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Nov 2021
The lies that autumn tells
it hides in these leaves,
like a sleight of branch
you’ll be misdirected
from the dun, dying land
as you revel in amber and gold
falsehoods
Dave Robertson
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Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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