October leaves under our feet
Swirling drifting crunching
Fluttering round our heads
Whispering tickling bursting
Blocking out the sky with their kaleidescopes
Laughing strolling leaning
Wanting to feel your breathe above me
Shifting gathering breaking
Dreaming of burying ourselves in fallen grace
Orange yellow red
We were the October leaves, under our feet
Something beautiful
And already dead
And already dead
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