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Sep 2022
I'm a tree in
September
with my leaves changing
color,
falling off one by
one,
and letting the cool
autumn
breeze blow through my
branches
sweeping the deceased ones
away,

during fall, I'm letting
go
of possessions I held
dear.
Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day
Aaron Michael Brown
Written by
Aaron Michael Brown  24/M/Ga
(24/M/Ga)   
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