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skin slick
with prayer,
last look at
thin layered
clouds hanging soft
from feathered
thoughts.
I thought of you,
and felt leaves
fly thickly
from tired trees
hung down.
I picked a dream
and imagined what
it would be like
to be
found.

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I thought of you. Nice work.