recycled musings

Autumn, we look back,
who am I?
I thought you were...

supposed to know. 

A sliver in tune 
with cracks in my 
voice
reflected on lustrous
cheeks. 

Another dead-leaf
labyrinth 
to roam 
alongside gentle kisses
of burnt, balsam
breeze. 

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