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Fall
The golden hour,
Light from every direction,
Surrounding and flowing inside you,
That is the feeling of fall.
The crisp air,
Freezing your lungs, -
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She was herself
she was wildflowers and star-filled skies
she was screaming and laughing
she was loving so hard you can't think anymore
she was jumping off a cliff and the feel of water on your skin
she was your wildest dreams
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Box of Crayons
The words all squirm together
as I write this short poem
They do not appear as colors on a page
but a black blob
They do not represent me