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the boy who did find me

never quite understood

for we were both

born in the trees

these leaves that belonged

to the rough edges

the ones who could never

in their most retrospect

to forget

for he who found

the lost tokens

were finally put to use

as we walked we made our way

back to those who saw

the trail

that had become lost to us

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