I never edited this original writing in 2015. it was my first fall without my sister, after her tragic death. maybe another year might bring some better idea of how it should shape up to be. for now I just will LEAVE IT AT THAT
Fall is coming With a left list A behind mine Care of A concern miss For a hide With no find Fall is rushing A ready leave With a pace At no trace For a place At no cleave Fall is fleeting For a clear With no fear At not there In an all dear With a know here Fall is faithless For a chore With a more At every door At a no race For a fall place The leaves The rush The ready A hush in A mine With a leave For a fall Of belief At a call With no ease Fall is forgIng For a best The near The clear The test With no rest At a rush At a fall With a find For a fine Not mine Fall is coming For a wrong At long gone
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