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The Taste of Autumn Underneath the Words I Forgot To Speak.
I stopped and turned to look at who we were now, I fell in love with the distractions that hid behind the sun when afternoon appeared in his eyes and I rolled mine back... underneath my lids.. to allow time to kiss my lashes. He held me, he stopped tomorrow from bruising my arms, the Autumn touching my tattoo, and I could have stolen his lips just so I'd never have to let go of his smile. I knew, behind the reasons I gave, that October was waiting, I was aware of fire and touched the flames that became the fabric of my tongue, my teeth died when I spoke and I tasted him... to bring myself back to life. I studied sunrise and wished for rainbows, I discovered the selfishness that lay in the desire to sacrifice myself... only to remember January... only to know me... only to touch the shade of blue that existed in his glance. On the bottom of my lips I hold December and I tremble the month with the fear that goes unspoken, I pray that tomorrow Autumn will touch me, I forget the possibilities of me and throw myself over the edges of him... the sweet corners of his smile... and the promise of life... to douse my tongue and speak the diaries of yesterday, to rewrite him and understand tomorrow.
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