Fall Redwoods circling Bare leaves and blame swirl in the wind The imitative light My cold hands hunting for keys Images rustling up the forest. In my wake, bracken frost Behind the sun is a van, town conduit Fresh purpose
Redwoods circling Bare leaves and blame swirl in the wind
The imitative light My cold hands hunting for keys
Images rustling up the forest. In my wake, bracken frost
Behind the sun is a van, town conduit Fresh purpose
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