Save All That is Red


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The air swims above.

Clenching onto summer’s last kiss.

Change is palatable.

It agonizes over warmth.

Fades like a sunset just missed.

Self-righteous are my weathered thoughts.

What will the winter bring?

How soon before the thaw of next spring?

What other ways be there to plunder around in the moss?

Planning ahead under assumptions of no loss.

How heroic of me to think…

Life goes on with no cost.imageedit_3_8410998556

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