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Chain Of Leaves

A chain of leaves,
Willow vines leading up and up,
Grains of salt caught in the creases of my palms,
A crack in the cement,
A wick burns outwards, inventing itself.
In my dreams we say goodbye over and over,
I cradle your face in my palms
though it spreads out infinitely,
catching me
As I lay your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your smile and the lines in its corners
into the ground
and you tell me
this place
-where you are leaving me-
to you has been
something lovely.
Artwork & Words By Rosie Brand
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