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Tuesday, October 2, 2018
Autumn is not for you
Autumn is not for you, my misty faun —
The primroses long dead, sunflowers gone.
I walk alone on the last fair autumn night,
With memories seldom held to light.
Before too long, you’ll fade into the rain
While autumn and its penances remain.
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