Let me get a grip on this day before
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I give up.
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Because the leaves (of hues impossible)
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Are fallen, a revelation of
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Truth in branches bare,
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Multiplied in their
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Outward,
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Upward
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Skyward
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Spread
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Six thousand crunches underfoot
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And a smell almost metallic
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Urgent like a last drive
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(post pattern, seven Mississippi –
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Hurry-up offense while snot dries in the wind that picks up while muted colors
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Blue
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Brown
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Green
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blend into early evening
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as dinnertime smells drift aloft
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each leaf is a different day
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that has finally come to rest
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in unbound collage
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random misrememberances misplaced by the wind
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in time,
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soon, they decompose and one unbecomes one and
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returns,
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as the boundaries disappear
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like
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gray trees
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against gray sky
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over gray men
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whose gray dog’s grandfather stood watch
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fifty-seven Novembers ago
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Faded like painted lines of a soccer field
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Regret,
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As I
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Regress,
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Idyllic disconnect
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Lament is every leaf upon my car
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(I cannot clear the strays upon my seat –
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So I take them with me
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In my intraplanetary travels
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But it’s no use
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Their crunch not never-ending
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Orange, bygone
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