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Dec 2019
(1) Fall

was the season of
detachment,
where she learned to kiss
old flames goodbye

She walks alone,
crushing

(2) Leaves

To stay warm,
burns love letters

As lips turn
the color of ice,
she holds onto an image
of a sweet word
left by the wind.
Antino Art
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Antino Art  33/M/Raleigh, NC
(33/M/Raleigh, NC)   
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