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Death doesn’t concern us,nor does loss or dissolution;when the hard raindrops endnow is the doorway for the sun to come in,my footsteps walk on dead leavesthat crack and crumble like the fireeverything is brittle on the way to invisiblewhere no one even remembers them,where we all go when no one’s looking,and all are finally freesoonContinue reading “Autumn”