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# A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Autumn Is Gone

Stop feeding me
This sugar solution
Stop at the 12th floor window
My hands are on the door
But you don't let me freshen up
I watch you pull the sheets over your body
I see you do the Thorazine shuffle
But you -
	you are still silent
Because if you were to speak
A loud roar
And you'd wake up from your wet dream
Thinking it was Autumn

© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.06.25.17:47:06@599BwayNYC