its october

my favorite month of the year

its bold and screaming

its quiet and fearful

the leaves turn to a different color

i turn to a different me

the sweaters, the coffee, the pumkins, the lights

they all stand for something

each and every one

october october october october

its here its finally here

but with every october i like it a little less than the year before

its as if every october

the sneakyness of halloween goes away

the fun of the costume goes away

and it becomes me in a coffee shop

wishing i was anywhere but here

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