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Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 111 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-26-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2431268
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what led me to
love
roads like the lifelines of a leaf
all of them there
to
carry me away
green for a season
ripened into the brilliance of
autumn
drifting into the sea of snow
and I am rooted
to
none of these histories
tethered and strung
to them with
puppet-palms, yes
but below gravity
and its laws that become my
limits
I am rooted to none of them
the only past my heart
will carry forward
is the first brick of my mind
the one I
always throw at the window
when I see another kind of love
it
slips off the sill
and falls on my head
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