Autum.


My heart grows cold,
like autumn leaves.
Bright red, but covered
with frost.
If I am not your friend,
who is?
Does the wind bear a taint
of lies?
If I close my eyes,
I see the truth.
Nothing escapes my pain,
I embrace it.
All those words,
a waste of breath, I see.
All those truths
were but crystals of ice.
So clear, so sweet.
So brittle.
My mind grows quiet,
like a mirror already broken.
The spell is already cast,
the pieces scattered.

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