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I know the autumn is waiting, pensive to embrace the loss of heat, sweats moving on to other climes where they’re understood I hold til the skeleton of winter can be seen and read by my fingers on the sorry bones that please me, alone
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Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 8:02 PM UTC
Heat sink
I know the autumn is waiting, pensive to embrace the loss of heat, sweats moving on to other climes where they’re understood I hold til the skeleton of winter can be seen and read by my fingers on the sorry bones that please me, alone
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Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 8:02 PM UTC
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