A Poet's Dying Breath
Friday, May 8, 2015
Do not leave me,
my friends.
Be separated from my place
but not from me.
Let me keep your words,
your thoughts,
your smiles and preferences for tea.
Stay my friend
though you graduate
and cannot stay a student.
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