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[hurrysundown]

You can waltz in the moon light with black lace and torn gossamer wings, you can sing the autumn breeze to sleep, ice your lips with frost and sprinkle your hair with stardust. Dance with the shadows and the firelight, wrap yourself in woodsmoke and fog, and lace the air with fireflies. You can breathe each fairytale cliché and live on honey and

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[desolation_no]

That was gorgeous...

What's our autumn got to?

[cadillacxblues]

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