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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.

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