When I count to three
The white leaves start
Falling from the trees
They settle in a pile by
Rotten apples and share
The same somber land
The littered lawn lacks
Human perception: analytical
Analyses, deadpan exhaustion
I would tell you about it
Myself but my pen empties ink faster
Than my brain; the white leaves are
Rising again anyways
Natural Inability
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doll_heart
- Clearwater Poet
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Natural Inability
"I do not think there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem." Everything is Illuminated
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heinzs
- The Fat Cat
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- Tag line: Do no harm
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An' it harm none, do what ye will. Blessed Be.
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