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The Autumn Leaves
The Autumn leaves me here to ~ fall ~ —
my crutches that begin firstly
where the tremors ripe from fire drawl
the Autumn leaves
the season's on girl's skin timely —
~ leaves~: her heart a maybe for all
burning coldly, coldly burning —
trees without leaves are not as tall,
I never wanted my deluge.
within the gold and the red scrawl,
the Autumn leaves
Copyright ©
Paige Hind
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