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there are things coming out from under the autumnal sweep of years. things like her smell, her taste, her memory.
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i walk away and forget. the time falls down on my head like a shroud. i would not know her face.
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there are things coming out from under the autumnal sweep of years. things like her smell, her taste, her memory.
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i walk away and forget. the time falls down on my head like a shroud. i would not know her face.
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hotcurry:
I love autumn. The air is so crisp. I do miss the leaves changing though.