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Aug 2016
Last year I went to a pumpkin farm, and I thought of you the whole time
I was wearing my favorite sweater, but I missed your warmth

Since then, you remind me of Fall, rich in color and allure

I am suddenly glad you weren't like every pumpkin in the patch.
Trick or treat, kiss me please.
scatterbrained
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scatterbrained  24/F/somewhere around here
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