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[oneopenheart]

Remember when those trees,
when those yellows and browns
above us, lit up by the street lamp
were the most beautiful things.
If only to return to those limbs
hell,
I would be content just to see
the white of your teeth.

Smiling.

Smiling for me.

But you grew tired
of these falling leaves
forcing me to sleep
in dreams of neutrals and reds
I'd remember "us".
warm warm neutrals and reds.

fluttering down unto my head
if i were to catch one & make a wish
I'd wish for...

for a white white winters snow.