autumn's leaves
follow me
into a hollow sea
of swallowed dreams
where my thoughts think
about mopping up the problems
that keep cropping up
through the cracks in the wall
I stopped building when you walked away
anything to keep from falling again
sometimes I forget that I'm talking
I say a lot more than I want
I brought a lot less than I saw
since I got here
don't go
don't stay
Be
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