Get Rid Of The Advertisements

the leaves change and fall
just like we do,
and they wait there;

like tucking your fingers into your palms
like knowing what you know
and knowing you can't say it.

anything that can
will sleep and will
wake up.

I pull my sweater close
and keep my shivers to myself;
what is october? nothing.
tuck my arms in close
because they are still something left
that is exclusively mine.

smile smile
uncertain sometimes.

By heyachristina

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