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Blowing leaves around my ankles Burning colour in the trees You are my autumn Long light crossed with branches Lights your limbs A pace behind Your mellow loftiness Haunts my walks At the nearing end of day I am full of woodsmoke fear Changing seasons, churning motes Unknown as the dread-dark conker Cracking underfoot You are happiness Gone , now An empty bench Gold and orange A pace behind Wearing that look from the station Pity-I mistook for regret 7.11.21
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Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 5:35 PM UTC
You are my autumn
Blowing leaves around my ankles Burning colour in the trees You are my autumn Long light crossed with branches Lights your limbs A pace behind Your mellow loftiness Haunts my walks At the nearing end of day I am full of woodsmoke fear Changing seasons, churning motes Unknown as the dread-dark conker Cracking underfoot You are happiness Gone , now An empty bench Gold and orange A pace behind Wearing that look from the station Pity-I mistook for regret 7.11.21
#autumn#loss#nostalgia#relationship#endings
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TomDoubty
43/M/UK
Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 5:35 PM UTC
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