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Autumm

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Thin nights
air chilled
vibrant
stuff that
school clothes
are made from.

Spelling errors
flow to the page
searching for
reptiles and gold
who love not
black
a man.

Nights threaded
in an array
of tweeters
(speakers)
the tearing
kind
which come
from depths
dense
yet chilled.

Fearful
the speakers
roam
gathering
black
a mold.

Moldy
smoldering
shouldering
scolding
children
wearing
the sun.

-- 02 October 03