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Nov 14
Yesterday we breathed the last of autumn
Our first, maybe our last
I tasted winter today
A bit too bitter for my liking
There’s always something sharp biting my tongue now
I can only watch
As my words freeze in the air
Before reaching you
The leaves are gone too soon
What does that say about us?
c
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