Static

The rise of the fall - asĀ autum grows bitter - forĀ it knows of it's next -how it stays on the whole winter. ToĀ 'ner relent, perchance we'd surmise - these depending, cold grays - leave us colorless skies -these thoughtless blandings of blackening whites - unremarkable, at best, as if shadows at night -
Whenst, most would be sleeping, and dreaming of lies -The merits of cycles and the circles they like -Spins us together, dizzy inside - warmed from such friction - these winter's deprive. OnesĀ - hopes of repentence, of faith, of acceptance - in this, stuttering static. NoĀ colors defined.
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