Friday, February 25, 2005
September
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Bitter air gives way
to bitter feelings
and a bitter taste in my mouth
My heart crumples
like the leaves under my feet
and the note in my hand
Stale wind makes my eyes
water and sting
so I close them
(is it the wind?)
The warm air of summer
has gone away
for a long time
So too are you going away
I hate the fall
Children of the Moon
12:45 AM