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By: Foxseaone~

`
When I returned
I slid the ring off my finger
and placed it back on the branch.
`
The sun seeped through the leaves
and the diamond shivered
in your absence.
`
I wanted to leave it there.
I wanted the branch to lift it
back to the sky where it began.
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I wanted a crow to catch its glimmer,
curl its yellow hooks around it
and fly away.
`
What difference does it matter.
The stars are too numerous to count.
No one would notice
if I left one of them
behind.
`
No longer do I reach to grasp your hand.
No longer does our laughter fill the ravines.
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Years from now
He will return
and discover the past
swollen around the ring.
He will want to know
how a star fell from the sky
and was lost out on a limb.
`
C.S. Fox
Foxseaone