Ambering leaves are what I think of
when I think of what I've lost
Yes they are beautiful
Yes they are indeed my favourite
But they are dwindling,
dying out
they are not whole-hearted or right,
they are merely decaying
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Ambering leaves are what I think of
when I think of what I've lost
Yes they are beautiful
Yes they are indeed my favourite
But they are dwindling,
dying out
they are not whole-hearted or right,
they are merely decaying
ambering isn't even a word hahahaha
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