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You press cool lips to my cheek one last time, Before you turn your back. You are the north wind, Pitiless, relentless, Withering green sap to dry dust, Bowling the delicate flames of summer Into sodden drifts. I am the sedge, sighing in the shallows, Bending beneath the chill…
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