ₐ ᵤ ₜ ᵤ ₘ ₙ .
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Her breath ran down my neck

Cold but delicate.

She brought vibrant warm colors to everything she touched

Though with the slightest hint of  decay.

But most of all,

she knew when to let go,

Her Beautiful suntan brown fingers,

holdings a leaf by the crackling tips of her hands and letting go,

Like her past relationship, three summers ago,

But three summers ago felt like just yesterday to her

she still though of three summers ago, when she was with him, and not I

Playing quarters with vodka shots, in expensive China glass.

Like reckless teenagers.

She was autumn.
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