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Hello September
fresh autumn crispness
fills my lungs in early morn
as thoughts of you
swirl in my head
vagrant stray musings
weigh heavy on my heart
we’re not the youths
we used to be
back when no strings
meant no consequences
yet at the same time
so very little matters
in the grand scheme of things
except in matters of the heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2021
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