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Dec 2021
Wine drunk in the late fall,
The clacking of glasses,
The buzz of the room.
The coolness in the air bites,
Leaves are drained of colour,
Thank-ful for Octobers,
For the warmth it brings,
Despite the drop in temperature.
My lungs fill with golden light.
Em
Written by
Em  F/Great White North.
(F/Great White North.)   
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