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Leaves

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Crumble.
Crack.
Crunch.
Underneath my gentle footstep.
They have finally returned.
Brown.
Red.
Yellow.
Brighten up the day.
Set as a painting on the soft, suddle ground.
Soft.
Stiff.
Rugged.
I fall into them, as if I am falling into an ocean.
They just take me as I am.





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