from Mon., Nov. 5th

cold songs
filter through
the bare branches.


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I spilled my
cereal in
my belly button

and now

I'm sad,

but I'm still rad.


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Chilled skin stab against
the hail induced, wind whispered
sky.

Shoes ripping through
the artificial grounding,
breath heavy, silent.

An end of an era,

a dynasty,

a world.


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Someone should
see the way
he throws a bowling ball.

His dorky grin
makes me laugh--
someone should
date this boy.


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We sit on the
patio, the sky was
gorgeous this weekend.

Wrapped-up in blankets
and a complicated love
pentagon.

This weekend is certainly
the start of a new season.


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Through drought
and famine,
natural disaster,
my baby has been around
for me.


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Blurry traffic
lights, tear-
filled eyes,
re-thinking life.