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Oct 2023
Olive and sage.
You said you loved the colour green
The shades hidden in leaves
the froth beneath the seas

And everyone that knew you
learned to love the colour too
And now I see it
in every metaphor of you
Words of a withering soul
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   Man, S R Mats, vb and - - -
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