the circle is loaded
like a spinning typhoon
it's the first day of fall
in this cool air applause
skinny arms and all
how soft her scarf smells
cigarettes and camomile
her hair like a teenage song
unearthing swarms
alien and warm with charm
i feel summer sweeping out feel myself freezing like a water spout
darling of the shadow skull
where memory hides
waiting for the sight of charm
the glass is high filled up with funny fumes
and it brings a comfort that will soon consume
fill up this ragtop rising from the dumpster
for i am leaving soon and i'm trying hard to say that
everything that's green turns gold
i am touching her and she is touching me we're null

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