your shattered skin
leaves fallen, lightly waltzing
tickled by the wind
as goosebumps form on your arms
hairs risen, breath halted
this moment to the next
when your deciduous soul fell
the nights spent without
rougher than oak bark
time uses to tan my heart
a leather pouch, a faint drum
that lost the beat
when your deciduous soul fell
my song drifts through deafness
my lips move in silence
noticing limb silhouettes
in street lamp light, frozen night
the days grayer than this
the taste of that last kiss
before your deciduous soul fell
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