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Palm Full Of Jade

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Our�goodbye�will�be�as�a�bending�stem � �
Your�body,�your�flower,�will�close � �
The�aftershocks�will�be�down � �
to�the�trembling�of�wind�chimes � �
No�matter�how�lightly � �
I�walk�off�my�departure � �
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The�wooden�porch,�floor�worn � �
by�the�scuffling�of�my�old�boots � �
The�stain�removed�by�the�bleaching � �
in�a�path,�of�my�many�exits � �
And�by�our�times�greeting�each�other � �
at�the�steps,�rushing�the�entrance � �
When�our�eagerness � �
would�split�your�thighs � �
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At�the�silence,�this�now idle � �
of�the�wind�chimes � �
Your�heart�will�separate�the�two�flowers � �
that�it's�carried�since�our�inception � �
The�yellow�first,�as�hope�fades � �
into�this�final�dusk � �
Then�the�orange,�a�storm�we�fooled�ourselves � �
into�thinking�was�love � �
But,�my�god,�how�lightning�lit�everything � �
at�the�creation�of�that�lust � �
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They�say�that�blood�is�blue � �
until�it�sees�the�light�of�day � �
Perhaps�then,�the�sky�is�where � �
we�should�have�kept�things � �
Instead�of�in�the�dark � �
in�those�caverns,�in�our�hearts � �
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Your�bare�feet,�upon�your�porch � �
painting�it�pink,�as�you�watch�me�go � �
Your�soles�absorbing�my�splinters � �
as�you�swear�you�feel�nothing�of�it � �
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Your�defiance,�at�promising � �
for�me�to�not�worry � �
That�jade�stays�warm � �
continues�its�self � �
Regardless�of�how�cold�the�hand � �
that�last�held�it � �
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Like�your�book�of�poems � �
that�you�lost�a�night � �
of�sleep�and�dreams � �
wondering�if�I�was�ready � �
To�read�them,�to�know�you � �
besides�just�your�skin � �
and�the�pink�of�your�blush � �
and�the�pink�of�your�flower � �
that�opened�easier�than�our�words � �
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That�conversation,�of�you�saying � �
Read�this�one � �
Skip�that�one � �
And�so�I�read�every�one�you�said�don't � �
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It's�in�that�black�and�white � �
that�I�truly�knew�you � �
The�ink, like�scars�upon�pages � �
of�your�paper�skin � �
All�do,�fade�into�grey�lettering � �
but�they�never�go�away�from�you � �
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An�earth-warm�stone,�is�jade � �
You'll�never�be�cold � �
holding�it�to�your�heart�like�that � �
and�I�would�never�take�it�from�you � �
Because�I�can't�promise�you � �
I'd�not�bring�a�winter�sometime � �
How�then,�you'd�complain � �
that�you�can't�write � �
with�such�shivering�bones � �
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I'm�not�one�for�goodbyes � �
So�I�will�leave�you�with � �
We�will�be�together�again � �
in�our�words � �
Perhaps�then�we�can�rewrite � �
the�outcome � �
I�will�meet�you�with�white�flowers � �
and�you�can�color�them � �
with�your�mood � �
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Dare�it�be�red. � �
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