My Autumn
Autumn is violent here
The leaves throw themselves from the branches
Performing neat somersaults
A final salute to the summer they have loved
And lost
Even down here
On the pavement
In their last moments
They bleed summer
Sunset blood sticks
To the soles of our shoes
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