November

Sitting alone, next to the woodstove,
John Klemmer's music making me chill.
It reminds me of slow, slow,
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November nights,
Doing pages of homework,
And waiting for my parents to come back
from thise endless walks they take,
looping, looping,
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Around the streets,
Forever.


 

raincity

NY

16 years old

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    like energy 

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    you are every eyebrow raise

    every smile

    frown 

    and concealed smirk 

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