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Each time you see her

Someone else takes your place

And I no longer matter

Her and I used to be friends

But then

She said she was

going to drop me

As it I am am item to be

She ambled down the dark sidewalk, her long trench coat billowing like a flag on a pole. It was cold. But not too cold. Too cold, contrary to popular belief, isn’t productive weather. No one worked nearly as they should.

The man in the suit wasn’t okay. He was by all means, not okay. And he wasn’t going to pretend that he was. He had been shifting between the worlds far too much.

And as summer leaves,
Fall sings through the breeze.
Flowers start to wilt,
As the world tilts.
Even as it dies,
Nature is beautiful in all eyes.

Move onwardly,

My dear,

Daring to caress the further is worth nothing,

If not understood first. 

So dream abruptly,

Do not fall asleep as if it were welcomed,

But let it frighten your soul.

I have taken this path time and time again 

But why does this time feel … 

Longer and bitter. 

For what it seems like I am stuck.