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Sep 2017
As fawns become stags
And leaves, fallen gold,
As lakes freeze to rinks
So our hearts turn to stone

For our love has left us
With geese in the sky
But we'll remember September
'Til the day we die.

- p. winter
a bittersweet month, perfectly resembling the fade from summer to winter
Penelope Winter
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