It's about fucking time you reared
your ugly face. Summer's a bitch and Spring
stopped caring a long time ago.
Autumn, sweet autumn, the trees
grow angry at your sight, some burst
into colorful flames. The evergreens
are through with seasons. They
see no point in emotion. Autumn
your lips are cold and your hair
smells like vegetable rot. You're
covered in pumpkin scent, decayed
leaves, apple cider, brisk crisp, air.
I still love you Autumn. You're
cooler than Summer and not as
icy as Winter. Autumn your full
name's better than Fall. Fall. Fall.
Autumn Autumn Autumn.
Breath of fresh smells!
16:16
Lame hahaha
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