soiled words
Soiled words, discarded thoughts
Literary leaves of autumn
Blowing aimlessly without direction
Caught in the fervor of a wind gust
Scorched by times fading flames
Shrieking in life’s mindless madness
Knowing that their moment, their season
Has escaped the grasp of Now’s passing
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