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willow

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She lay on the ground

head propped against the willow tree,

a lonesome Grace, spent from dance

In her eyes

lived a deep, inherent sadness,

delicate,

and always weeping…

as the leaves of the willow

around her billowed

like a shroud for pain

 

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