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October 13, 2013

I am apart from something less;
I am a part of something more.
I am a lot of little things;
I am allotted little time.
And in the fall the air turns cold;
and when I fall, the air is cold,
and leaves absorb my weight
(I leave, I do not wait
for things to come alive:
I live, I live, I live).

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