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| November afternoon in Stappleton Park, from ArtRenewal.org |
The love life of mine
Have never reached Novembers
Never
It's funny, isn't it?
Like a neat and tidy pattern:
All of them crashed, boomed, banged
in Octobers
And this is one November again in my life
A year after another
I keep seeing
and I don't know why:
love have never survived Octobers
They let me encounter end of years by myself
So maybe that I can reflect
and meditate
and think a lot
all by myself
because love,
they all ended up in Octobers
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