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Autumn Is Gone
Stop feeding me
This sugar solution
Stop at the 12th floor window
My hands are on the door
But you don't let me freshen up
I watch you pull the sheets over your body
I see you do the Thorazine shuffle
But you -
	you are still silent
Because if you were to speak
A loud roar
And you'd wake up from your wet dream
Thinking it was Autumn

 2007 David Greg Harth