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Current mood:  gloomy
New poetry blog here: The Unfettering
Ballad of Dead Leaves
My sleep is fevered and intense.
I awake to the sound of my own voice,
and I fear I must have been calling out your name.
I dress in the dark and leave the house in silence.
The walk is cold and lonely.
The leaves have all blown away,
leaving behind little indentations,
like cloven hoofprints in the earth.
I draw myself in, against the wind,
against the cold, against the coming winter.
9:38 PM
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