When September came and you
were gone with the setting skies and
leaves that crunch like bone

I took a trip down memory lane

alone, in an orange-tinted room
trapped by the sun and the phantom
ants on my skin, I scratched and

clawed until I bled

And then night dawned and my
ears leaked every time I thought
of you. On the other side of the wall

your shadow broke down

Together we crashed to the ground
through splintering wood and split
lips and I kept falling until I heard

the music start to play.


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