among us
there are words
that fear being spoken
and life that lives on
despite the silence
the birth of new ground
untrodden, fresh, and
seeded, awaits the light
the death of
burgundy, yellow,
orange leaves
buried together
in a thin paper
bag to be brought to
the nearest curb
among us
so many "i love you's"
that are lies
and so many more
that are left unsaid
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