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is it

is it

sad

that i miss you

after the petals fly

and the trees fall?

is it

sad that i wish to be

the pants you slip into,

the shirt that holds you so,

the smile you show only

when you know

i’m not around?

is it

pathetic to think

when my eyes wander

they’re looking for you?

is it

pitiful to know

when i lay down

i want you to be

the sheets ’round me,

the pillow i grasp,

the wind that comforts me?

if..
thought may be but revolution

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