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And I watch the leaves fall from the trees

One

By one

By one

Almost glittering in the evening October sun

Fluttering, softly gliding

Riding the gentle breeze

Down

And down

And down

When a neck breaks in a forest

Does it even make a sound?

What about a sister’s scream

The moment the body is found?

Maybe you wanted to follow the leaves

But rather than settling onto soft grass

You chose a sudden stop

At the hands of braided rope

Tainting Turtle Island

But we will miss you for the rest of our lives

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