2005-03-15 - 8:58 a.m.
these magnets
hold us together
push me apart
north beckons
pulling us
the epicenter
of life
we will return
to our roots
after the sun
has warmed us
trees sway
air pushes
memories
to our minds
gold and red
parachuting
from cold skies
tears fall
the memories
are real
but faded
and gray
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