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The leaves are falling
singly or in a cluster
Every gust shakes
the quiet clinging to dying love
The ground below awaits
a red carpet
upon which will walk
the last steps of our love
And each crunch will ask
Did I let go
because I got tired
Or
Did I let go
because you got tired?
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