with the grass brushing softly against my thighs.
A flock of crows circled around us,
stirring the wind over where we stood.
We circled and danced throughout the field,
against the breeze,
until I felt you slowly slipping away.
Until all that's left for me to hold on to
was the sweet scent of hay,
the scent of you,
and the summer breeze
that lingered on my fingertips.
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