The Epitome of Autumn

It seems my thoughts have wandered far from where they should be and only God knows how long I've waited with my eyes closed. It seems the temperature is rising up, but no one knows as the clouds wet the earth with their tears. Don't be afraid when the earth begins to shake and the leaves die and fall to the ground. The wind ceases not for the fall shall remain and we all now live with a cold, withered heart.





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