i will follow
In a room where you thought a writer never wouldi wrote
On the floors where you made footsteps
i will follow
In the lines that fall like leaves upon the
grass a
Bare Tree grows up by your side and
i will follow
With thoughts of things you left unsaid the lawn
is grown
The grass is mowed over the grave
i will follow
On some pages where i never thought a writer ever would
Is one leaf
For one bare tree to shed upon the grass
And so
i will follow
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