Sweet Nothings…

A Poem

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October creeps upon me,
caresses the back of my neck,
wistfully whispers sweet nothings
that I will not forget.

Cold air
crisp
intoxicating;
all around me, changes ring.

Embracing autumn’s lustful advances,
and a distant crow sings.

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