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You come to me again, 

this time in the night, this time 

seeking autumn 

for the green of your leaves. 

And I am October for you. 

I am October until you fall 

wet upon the ground of my lips.

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HI, I’M MANDY…

 

*Suffers from an incurable predilection for old and odd things.

*sleep, books, coffee, art, poetry, rain, music.

*Ambivert, but leans slightly more towards introvert.

*Makes art out of dead things.

*picture taker.

*Mom of two dogs, one cat and one human.

 

 

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