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Autumn Takes All

Wet blankets clothe the prickled skin and the drape is something so backwards  
In frozen alive moments of maybe, maybe not, I'd play the flower, but all have died. The tear petals forgotten and sometimes eye spied, a broken fragment pie, baked with all the attention I selfishly taked.
Written by mantisdeer (Cait)
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Author's Note
The quilt is ripping beneath the scar seams.
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