COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
deciduous
Of your voice.
I will tremble in the winds of summer.
Another face.
It also means decide.
Tell me.
Why certain trees have no leaves.
The rise of Fall.
Nostalgia and degenerating parts.
Any longer.
I can't die like this.
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