careful,
Mr. Behr,
careful,
Leaves crumble in the hearts of my Autumn.
what do you say, Mr. Behr?
shaking leaves from the skeleton fingers of my Autumn
what can you say, Mr. Behr?
is it time to sleep?
gold smolders, crumbles, storms, in his eyes,
Winter looks out,
innocence in his fore-arms, careful,
Mr. Behr,
careful- these are the days of my Autumn.
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