it's past ten when I saw
brightness from my window
been like these for days
fainting winter or fall
warmness convince grass
grow faster than should
trees smarter learned
from past years trickery
I managed to put shorts
venture outside to feel
breeze kissing my legs
uproot some of overgrowth
I could be easily deceive
that's still autumn, naked
naked trees adore boulevard
fallen leaves carried; flood
winter give me that feeling
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