autumn:
a gentle death.
slow storm of grief rising.
who am i to brush away the
ash of beauty or clean
off the rust of
a life?
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eating the moon
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GENERIC AUTUMN POEM
autumn:
a gentle death.
slow storm of grief rising.
who am i to brush away the
ash of beauty or clean
off the rust of
a life?
