Can She hold me responsible?
Would Autumn have me
Fell the trees before Fall breeze
And dress warmly down past the knees?
And She wonders why I huddle with damp photos to the chest
And forget my timepiece
Can She blame me?
Would Autumn be confused, if I didn't wake each morning at all?
Just sat in my trundle, thinking in tangled bundles
Of sandy shorts and tangerine swimsuits?
Autumn promises return
Of what June thieves
But oh, what wiley returns
What cruel reincarnations
Some new insufficient pink faced vision
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