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An Inbetween
Autumn sculpts the land,
casting away Summer,
but through the cracks in the clay,
whispers of Summer haunt the day.
The suns ray's seep down,
casting the red and orange leaves a glow.
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Loves
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She will
I saw you
The other day
Your face was wet
With tears
Your heart was slowly breaking
There were bags framing
Eyes that lost their spark
As if someone dumped water
In your soul
Extinguished
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