OCTOBER

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Submitted Date 05/31/2019
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October

 

I love to be creative

 

All joy

Until the weight of living

 

Strangles me

 

And I'm smothered in the meaninglessness

Of everything

And it feels

 

Like what cat litter smells like

And then I let go

And I fly into my wonderful October

 

Over rooftops and trees

Drunk on sweet black cider and the scent of rain soaked cobble streets

Oh look

There's a man dressed in a santa clause suit driving an apple shaped carriage

 

Being pulled by winged horses





 

And fireflies .......

Dancing with the red leaves

 

while the moon watches

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