“Harvest Song”

In this twilight

[I am]

There’s this song,

stuck in your head

[I am]

Autumn leaves caught in my hair,

beauty or something else

[I am]

Don’t move, darling,

there’s a caterpillar on your shoulder.

[I am]

Does my neck smell like summer?

Like roses or hydrangeas,

peppering my skin.

Far cry from lovely

[I am]

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