how does autumn feel,
you asked.
it feels lonely here.
crisp
and yet
the air is
suffocating
me.
bright
invigorating
fresh
and yet all the cracks are visible
glaring
at me.
i don't want to talk to you.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 4:21 PM UTC
how does autumn feel,
you asked.
it feels lonely here.
crisp
and yet
the air is
suffocating
me.
bright
invigorating
fresh
and yet all the cracks are visible
glaring
at me.
i don't want to talk to you.
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