The inevitable goodbye

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I stepped through fallen leaves,
The color of the sunset, and used their sound to bury my cries. I hide
Tear stains, and wipe with my hands
Which can no longer feel them

Towards the station on my way home, for the next promise-
Don't say anything for my sake that  doesnt bind us together, to deceive and avoid The inevitable words "goodbye"

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