The wishing tree shed leaves for her...
Nowhere to be seen...
Shred into strings...
Her husband is a vapor stream.
I cannot recognize her but you can.
She only knows where she is at when he tells her; wherever he is...
Ghosts for the deaf and blind world; I wonder if they will ever find each other.
This place is unkind for wanderers and lovers alike; both at once is absolute misery.
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