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  • It's a yellow and orange like


    of leaves

    I like

    to step on.

    Christmas lights

    make the streets of this place I can call home,


    but lonely.

    Frames go through my mind.

    Like a train.

    It's almost time to get off.

    But everything reminds me of a warm season,

    that our bodies inhabited for a while,

    while we try to hold on to these moments, as they pass.

    One look across the crowded place and

    it's yours.

    This picture was a gift

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