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Outside and this side
regretful things, autumn things
... me and my things.

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Turquoise clouds
wrapped in black
... so, to hell with dying.

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... reaching into the fog
the tattered sleeves
of autumn ...

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... far from this window
the waiting things I see
and they'll always be ...

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Still, passing
despite the tendrils
of the trees.

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Funny -
thousands on thousands of years
... and this kiss.

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Autumn desert
not of my making
... so why my shaking?

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Cold, so cold I swell
but swearing, pleading, needing
... this endless winter.

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... stomping puddles
with the midnight rain ...

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