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Nothing Stays

By jackiee129, Kent, CT

I come back to this spot,
at the end of the summer,
right as the maples decide
it is time for a change of color.
And as I sit here without you,
I feel the sanctity,
the secrecy that was once here
slip slowly from my mind,
leaving just a ragged park bench
off the side of an old dirt road

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