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| whispers of fall linger above the trees grass dries, dies brittle yellow-brown from a harsh sun angling to get away hide beneath a golden horizon like responsibility resting on your fence my arms flat beneath the chin as I consider all the reasons why we serve on this planet like ants until the day we too must die my blue eyes brighter than any horizon before discolored flame out whispers of something else calling i won't think about the white blankets I could crawl beneath I never want shoveled out but pile high to freeze my limbs to never lift again you can have your spring i won't be a part of it 8.26.20 8.28.20 it's too early for fall, but I have to be prepared for an eternal nap. |
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