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leaves
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birdmad
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in some places they do not change color in autumn except for some which become a waxy yellow and fall off, becoming brown and crunchy on the pavement.
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010212
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never say those things to you again
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a wake of bubbles bleeding in his stead
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010423
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soia
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when I look at leaves big words swirl through my head brochidodromous, chloranthoid teeth, percurrent tertiary veins I embrace my burgeoning nerdiness
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god
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the leaves are blowing. there is no wind.
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020413
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lulie
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she leaves the world a better place.
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020414
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phil
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summers' leaving leaves leaves
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Isaou
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Windows and walls keeping me in from the cold, yet trapping me from the harsh storms I wish to survive alone. Open all the shutters and let it swirl through the house, leaves strewn across benchtops and carpets That we will pick up from behind couches and under beds for weeks and months to come. The small but constant consequences of opening the shutters just once
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Isaou
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Windows and walls keeping me in from the cold, yet trapping me from the harsh storms I wish to survive alone. Open all the shutters and let it swirl through the house, leaves strewn across benchtops and carpets That we will pick up from behind couches and under beds for weeks and months to come. The small but constant consequences of opening the shutters just once
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091114
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unhinged
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are mostly fallen now trees naked it is pitch black by 5pm the shortest day of the year will see complete darkness at around 4:30pm stupid central standard time zone like_a_tree tessellations (both on blue)
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unhinged
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oh yeah, maybe someone around here knows.... sometimes on the sidewalks here there are leaf prints, kinda like someone put chalk on one side of the leaves and then pressed them on the sidewalk. like little leaf ghosts or something. i've always wondered how that happens.....
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cr0wl
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this is how nature herself makes art. she asks the leaves to sleep and as they lay dreaming along comes the rain and wind and frost, bidding her to offer herself up for the common good of all.
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091114
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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