United
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Sorry I left...
I couldn't take it
anymore.
Your voice
was as quiet
as the night,
cold as the moon
and I feared you
were drifting away.
Drink your coffee...
night crawls
across the sky
dragging a damp blanket
with it.
The trees,
heavy with moisture weep
as do we
now we are united
with morning.
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