the wind plucked her off on a saturday morning she barely made it to my window, splattered with a hangover of last night's rain. Stopped there just enough, to leave a quiet green whisper, "will you remember me when 'am gone?" before trailing off the glass pane and my day like a plaintive tune searching for words...
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