Fall
in the fate that was sublime
she was mine
yes, she was mine
or so did it seem
more so than other
was it just another
leaf upon the willow
drooping down to be
a watered welcome
never a waning nor a wanting
to set us free
but we were free
in the beauty before the fall
the wind would up and take it all
blow us all away
and away we would stay
wandering
wondering
was that ...
our only perfect day
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