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Fog rolls in wet
cold and spider thin
stretching the skin of my heart
masking the gold of fallen leaves
marking the places we’ve been.
Roof slick with rain
stubble falls under plough
black sticky with stony debris:
we’ve travelled light years this far
shedding memories like see through leaves
rising ghostly from the past
sentient now giving form to breath
to invite you in one last time
before the night falls.
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