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My dear old love,
Your love kept me,
Long alive and my leaves
Spring after Spring grew.
Winters I endured,
For you scent in Spring and Summer
By Wind brought to me.
No birds nor trees there are,
In my forest anymore
Wind comes here no more.
Men took the forest,
I started dying.
How sad I am,
I can't feel you anymore.
Fall is coming,
In that one is for me.
Your dear old love,
Too long I did not feel the Wind.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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