Seasonal Love
In Fall,
leaves crawl siftly to the ground,
big ones, small ones, lots the colour brown.
though none compare to the colour of my heart,
even the deepest auburn could never take the part.
In Winter,
love lodges in me like a splinter,
from the crackle of a fire place,
to the warming of a lovers face.
with ever falling flake out shines
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schedule! schedule! schedule! I'm going to call you later tonight.
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