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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Personal · #907041

for some reason the autumn leaves made me think of eyes in midlife

Fires smolder
Flare and die,
While brown waits and clings
To memory’s shade
With naked longing,
Amidst last vestige of green;
I watch winter come.

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