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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1209910
put yourself in a cold, grey, wet november afternoon.
As the sky turns light in the early twilight

Like the darkness we feel when deaths in the air

And as the trees become naked, and there souls

Lying on the earth’s soil all shriveled up

Like an elderly couple

 
The cool crisp air touches your face

And tells you November is here

The rain has never felt so cold

Yet brought you so much joy

And brought tears of happiness

 
The birds stop singing

And the sky turns grey

There are so many signs of changes

But my feelings of this time

Of change are blank

It’s like a black and white photo

And no movement in sight

 
So I take these white pills of sorrow

And fall into a dream

Until the sun comes back to me

And brings me back to life
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