Autumn

November 10, 2008
By kim khuu, Worcester, MA

Autumn leaves crackle,
Crisp air inflate my lungs.
You leave,
Only the fond memories and faint scents of you stay.
And I love you.
But your gone
Years have passed
And now your gone.
But the scents, the memories, and everything of you stay.
You are my everything.
But now your gone.


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