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legs outstretched and stiffening in the black. the earth is sighing and the trees fall together with the inhales and exhales, bowing (seemingly, to me). i expel breath quickly fading in the cold, and think how i will be glad when december descends into the rest of the year, a memory (although, new years always bring false promises.)

and, its not distaste, not anymore; its just sometimes i really wonder if you get tired of hearing you're amazing.