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    when all my books are out of print
    when the last one to leave the party is sadness
    when the only thing that revives
    the dried colors on my palette are your tears
    i will decend from my mountain retreat
    i will join the coyote in her song
    the borealis in her dance
    i will join the last line
    of every poem written
    and drift afloat into the arms
    of the ocean that receives every river
    as the mother to its waves
    • 12 July 2011
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