The leaves are starting to turn
rolled up sleeves, cuffed jeans,
favorite sweaters. What we know
in the august of our dreams.
We can see the truth.
What is, we know, is love.
Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.
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The leaves are starting to turn
rolled up sleeves, cuffed jeans,
favorite sweaters. What we know
in the august of our dreams.
We can see the truth.
What is, we know, is love.
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