Showing posts with label prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prose. Show all posts
today is the last day of november- tomorrow is december.
long naps and pumpkin lattes shift to dark nights and the taste of hot chocolate,
the very best of the winter will come and go so quickly, that
there will be hellos and goodbyes, in the holes of favorite
sweaters and worn out oxfords
change- what i want, what i hate.
** title of above self: material
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