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Horrors of Autumn
Why must autumn take me back to the sunshine days of my love? Love, non-existent now Buried in the depths of the ground like someone throws away broken pottery, our love has been trudged and treaded on Why must autumn bring with it gusts of your musky smell? The same fragrance that takes me back to your neck, The fragrance I had willed myself to forget Autumn was the month of decaying beauty Of oranges and reds ,rusted browns And now I cannot even look out the window Without the biggest frown Autumn now is nothing but the painful reminder of lost romances, of kites struck down before they got the chance to fly Of blue birds, now buried under the soil That once mastered the skies Autumn is now nothing but the reminder of my wounds That I hide under my blood red armour Of pain and loneliness Of soldiers dying all alone And so, the little girl that loved when the trees started turning red Has grown to dread the very sight of blood gushing out of her hand.
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