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Sep 2019
The end of another season
wearing t-***** in October,
from a year long binge
I start to sober.

The forest gives its last display of colours
then, leaves drop
so, on the otherside you can discover
what was hidden there all along, by the luscious green:

your bare bones
your trunk, your spine;
the branches of time,
from October 2018 after a year on the wind of desire.
Written by
John H Dillinger  29/Genderqueer/Poland/UK
     Jayne E, Carterrae aunders and nivek
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