Totally unfinished:
smells like Autumn
cool air
a tingle
natural in my skin
twice pierced
skin like mine
hair like yours
i just want to touch
things the same again
since September
reminds me
of silver acorns
on a chain
hand walks in
crumpled leaves
stop to breath
the books and
the birds
walks warm in your hand
face cool to my cheek
both wanting to talk
but hating to care
hearts as hard as the paths they chose
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