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i've been wanting to write a certain poem about october... but i think you've just done it. the opening/closing lines are really excellent wrappers... and this:

the mist hangs low on the tips of cornstalks
while the night seems to never fully disappear.

is beautiful. i can feel the terrifying feeling of surrender to love in these words.

i am still a big fan.