A should have been eaten yesterday banana.
Sad people thinking sad things as it rains.
Dead man singing about a guitar weeping.
October kisses me with its cold, grave tongue.
Choosing life is easy when flowers bloom.
Funeral pyres fail to warm the soul.
Costumed nothingness doesn’t hide anything.
October kisses me and waits for opened mouth.
Leaves say so long and fall into nothingness.
Cold and dark stays longer with every breath.
Was it all enough becomes the voice of hope.
October kisses me and I let it kiss my ass.
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