Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel a whisper, or the wave of a whisper, undulating down.
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PoetryAnd if you don't Like me, as I do you; I understand. Because who would Really choose A daisy, in a field Of roses?
Nobody notices
Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel a whisper, or the wave of a whisper, undulating down.
