autumn

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you are the reason why there are silhouette dreams and unstitched seams.

you are every sonnet i make and the pills i take.

you are the one that i love and the one i wish i could have.

i closed my journal where i wrote an excerpt about you. i'm very sorry i will not be there for you 'til the end. before i go, i wish— no, i hope, you will never forget me. i don't know what you meant with your affections.


all this time i struggled to come to terms with how to tell you, how you consume my thoughts. if you would see my studio now, you would see nothing but flowers and sketches of you covering every surface of my paintings.

i'm going to miss you.

goodbye, hunter.

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