False memories might betray me but,
i think i used to look up this street, and dream,
dream about becoming one with the pavement
where the road met the sunlight
I could almost taste the harshness,
But nothing was pressing on me then,
The sky did not swallow me up,
The light was just there, glowing constantly,
It felt good to open my eyes and stare unto the sun
Crisp, cold mornings,
my childhood preserved in a perpetual autumn,
where I could not remember spring, or summer,
I married autumn,
and I adored the winter.
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