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autumn fires
shine,
lean against
my inspiration,
dance
like the wind
at my windowsills,
rush, those
quick steps,
choose again
little breathless
moments,
now fading
into memories
as
autumn fires
turn to
distant ashes.
lean against
my inspiration,
dance
like the wind
at my windowsills,
rush, those
quick steps,
choose again
little breathless
moments,
now fading
into memories
as
autumn fires
turn to
distant ashes.
Published 11th Dec 2022
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