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Walking

Bleary-eyed.
The Orange leaves

Are changing to a somber brown

Crumbling beneath my feet,

And tumble away

to the autumn light.
The cool air bites

And the icy glow

of the rising moon,
Quiets the rushing movement

And casts away

the Melancholy Shadow,
Trying to mend

A swollen heart.

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