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Autumn Blood

Cold crisp winds flood the streets,
as whispering echos call defeat.
Pavement so cold and out of reach,
for that is the platform of which you teach.
The souless and heartless beings alone,
searching a place that is bright and warm...
but it isnt easy to make yourself seen,
so we hide under shadow as our sences turn keen.
Blistering sounds and raining tears,
flood millions with thousandths of fears..
So we mark ourselves with grim peace thoughts,
as our bodys get tangled in deceptive knots.