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Thu 30 Aug, 2007 09:52 am
but you had to let go
Of the things that you cherished
Like flowers in snow.
Those unfinished sketches
Lie hidden somewhere
Under night's pillow
Behind the dark stair
Leave them there.
Thank you, squinney. It was inspired by Bear but written for my son.
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