it can be kind of special when you don’t seem to belong
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when the creek becomes shallow enough to whisper and not rush
beyond fogged windows the thin smile of autumn’s crescent smiles upon the lonely traveller
subway platform: a fine line of morbid masks to choose from
gentle little rebels: dew hang from the clothesline awaiting the sun’s execution
culled: soft feathered bodies laid to rest under the tireless watch of the old mango tree
slipped through the fingers and just like that the day is: gone
when the autumn quiet finds you: surrender
half moon: the wail of autumn wind turns the fields silver to the grain
there is a stranger magic in things that belong equally to nobody and everyone
