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dont give this away
a thing lost to the masses for if they
stumble, tumble, roll atop the ground
airily whispering a warmth of
chromatic wavelength which jumps right into our eyes
spreading lies through that colour because
it's chilly and overcast outside on this
october thursday I'm a trunk who's
branch has miraculously met another
with that wind pushing just right in a crowd
in a forest like this
wherethroughout people disappear
every gusting moment is another chance
every chance another loss unwavering and true
so don't allow my leaves to drop from your adornment
keep them atwixt your fingers or at least
press them in a book til next year's fall comes true
a thing lost to the masses for if they
stumble, tumble, roll atop the ground
airily whispering a warmth of
chromatic wavelength which jumps right into our eyes
spreading lies through that colour because
it's chilly and overcast outside on this
october thursday I'm a trunk who's
branch has miraculously met another
with that wind pushing just right in a crowd
in a forest like this
wherethroughout people disappear
every gusting moment is another chance
every chance another loss unwavering and true
so don't allow my leaves to drop from your adornment
keep them atwixt your fingers or at least
press them in a book til next year's fall comes true