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on a clean page
in a frigid trembling leaf
endless gray skies
to the cracks in every street
I blush, a cold rush
as the trees undress for me
the wind disrobes them
and shakes with teeth
november
in the slow fade
in the trail of wasted days
winter's still freeze
to the summer's endless haze
from the snow banks
to the sewers where they drain
peaceful in rest
amongst decay
november
(are you lonely? i am lonely)
november
