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October winds proved to be
too much for me.
I retreat, chilled by distant
dark memory,
Into layers thick with fleece
forgetfulness.
This time I have no verse,
no song, no rhyme.
I find myself lost, out of
place, out of time.
Carved smile, all rotting orange,
I'm hollowed out.
Finding faith a candle snuffed,
I'm plagued by doubt,
Disintegrate, disappear,
am swept away.
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