almond cookies on amber plates.
auburn hair across her face.
autumn breeze. it's getting late.
and she wonders where you are. where you are.
pine trees green around the year.
paper airplanes. you are here.
pealing bells. you disappear.
and still she wears your sweater.
woodsmoke wafting in the wind.
she's wandering down that path again.
water cannot wash her skin.
you are here. you're gone again.
and still she wears your sweater.
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