Autumn Story

I can tell it’s getting late,
I can hear the ugly snake
Hissing in my ear and holding me near.
As I tremble, as I lie,
As I die,
Little by little inside.
The world comes down at my feet
And I’m loving every part of it.
Bringing me the autumn’s leaves,
Hiding under them like thieves.

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