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pages of leaves

 There are gardens that bloom

with overflowing vines

I've planted a story in each of those roots

i see their leaves that nurture and wither 

they are mine

dead vine leaves, veins showing

I've picked up a few

they'll stay with me

they are mine

pieces of my stories

they may get crushed or forgotten

they are mine.



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