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It’s as if the bare branches stroke my hair with the comfort of Autumn Each time the soft, shushing wind whispers through the trees. Beneath a milky moon I find peace Knowing that The heat between me and Summer Has fizzled out.

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GingerSnap81

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Published: Oct 16, 2018
LinesWords: 1242

Tags: #bare #branches #comfort #autumn #soft #moon #peace #heat #summer

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