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september
Saturday, October 1, 2016, October 01, 2016
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there are flowers that grow in autumn
and we are sitting ouside
under dappled afternoon sun falling through your eyelashes
and i think i could fall in love with you

there is a list of impossible things written on a leaf of tree
and it flutters into  my hair and i think
perhaps i met you too son or too late

stuck in september
i can't tell where summer ends and we stand

i think maybe in tilted planet
there are handful of people we could fall in love with
a handful of heartstring entwined in timing
you must be one of those people
and so is the boy playing his guitar in a small twon coffee shop
the running one at a dog park
another halfway across the world waiting to catch the plane

we're all so close yet so far
a little in love and a little out of reach    


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