can’t decide between a tobacco brown and a dying leaf green

so far, the autumn looks like a fernando pessoa or william blake poem, sounds like bauhaus’ the sky’s gone out, smells like a late night cup of tea with an old friend, and feels like the delightful sounds that come out when the sweet skinny guy says out loud  “the bus stop by the bookstore.”

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