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November

	on a clean page
	in a frigid trembling leaf
	endless gray skies
	to the cracks in every street
	I blush, a cold rush
	as the trees undress for me
	the wind disrobes them
	and shakes with teeth
	november
	in the slow fade
	in the trail of wasted days
	winter's still freeze
	to the summer's endless haze
	from the snow banks
	to the sewers where they drain
	peaceful in rest
	amongst decay
	november
	(are you lonely? i am lonely)
	november