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Jan 2019 · 183
Blue
Jules Jan 2019
The color of her tears
The color of her sorrow
The color of the poison in her hands
The color of her lips
After taking a fatal sip
Jan 2019 · 101
Autumn
Jules Jan 2019
Leaves cover the grass like snow in the winter
The chill nips at my ankles like a playful puppy
I live around a fire,
Warming my cold hands
Walks during the evening are heaven
Family gatherings are abundant
And filled with laughter and joy
Autumn is when I'm happiest

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