the fall is coming,
and the winter after,
will bring the chill soon.
i am prepared with all
my staff: soul, food, shelter, feelings.
i packed my self and all my staff together.
are you?
do you have some icy feelings
left from this last summer?
do you have some hot
spots?
for the next winter?
are you always alone?
no matter
what?
my winter
is also no matter
what.
my summer
is your ice.
my fall
is a fall
falling
without
a season
no matter
what.
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