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Apr 2018
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His face, like rain,
That falls and grieves
A simple pain
But he, himself, was like the autumn leaves

His heart a delicately heavy
Stone, he would heave
Into a world unsteadily
Where he himself was a mere autumn dream

His soul was its own universe
Of intricate weave
A sun, patiently waiting to burst
Into a shower of autumn leaves

And as he is the autumn of my dreams
I pray constantly for a summer that never leaves
Persephone  Springs
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Persephone Springs  Gender Fluid/Earth
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