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My New Autumn

Her eyes are the epiphany of August leaves,
Smile of next daybreak.
Skin warm, as evening sun.
Hair tint of night sky,
Hands soft, as newborn skin.
Hot, appled cheeks,
Everytime we kiss.

My heart falls everyday,
As do November leaves.
My hearts aflutter,
Like a Monarch.





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