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it is the second day of fall
and i dream of walking on logs in the woods
listening to poetry in dark, alternative school buildings
waiting for the mosquitoes to slowly recede into the cold
of sitting on the porch and read side by side
like loved ones with long, stretched histories
smelling the changing of the leaves
and i dream of walking on logs in the woods
listening to poetry in dark, alternative school buildings
waiting for the mosquitoes to slowly recede into the cold
of sitting on the porch and read side by side
like loved ones with long, stretched histories
smelling the changing of the leaves