beleaguered brush strokes of a bleak mind.
We dropped like leaves
floating
alone and desperate.
The weight of the clouds proving to onerous
to bear.
Walking down empty streets in swirling wind afternoons.
Just me and my shame.
Autumn leaves like fires on lawns.
I want to roll in flames.
I want to hold your hand
as my nose runs and my cheeks burn
I want to break through cold soil and lay down the roots I never had.
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