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I should write you October and I swear I tried, but pens aren't ribbons, and this time ink isn't red. The autumn wind whips through the fens. The line is stilted. What the **** is a fen? The chorus line is silent and sober. The lead singer was found dead under the bridge. (Haha get it?) I knew it was stupid soon as I said it. I swear I tried to write you October but my heart heavy head is full of Autumn clovers and fickle friends.
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
October
I should write you October and I swear I tried, but pens aren't ribbons, and this time ink isn't red. The autumn wind whips through the fens. The line is stilted. What the **** is a fen? The chorus line is silent and sober. The lead singer was found dead under the bridge. (Haha get it?) I knew it was stupid soon as I said it. I swear I tried to write you October but my heart heavy head is full of Autumn clovers and fickle friends.
Think I'll write one of these every month. We'll see.
ian-steele
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
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