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Jul 2013
September above
October below
your blue jeans on the floor
your stubble so close.

The leaves change
along with the space
between us
and our lungs.

Each autumn
breath we draw
confuses our airways
and our passions.

Your flannel shirt
left behind
before we had time
to make cider.

Gone as fast as
the snow came
your heart couldn't
handle the cold.
September 26, 2012
Linnea Wilson
Written by
Linnea Wilson  Cincinnati, OH
(Cincinnati, OH)   
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