I smell the fall

I smell the fall

Getting back on the horse, clumsily, in true Lianne fashion: by writing about the season.
Because I am predictable. And melancholic, or as they call it in less favourable terms these days: emo.
What can u do.

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I smell the fall
and for the first time in a while:
words bubbling up in me

Describe my outfit
Describe the colours of the sky
It doesn't really feel as though
I smell us die

The sun rises.
The days are short and cold
the trees are miserable
And I sniff up the colours of the fall

A single melancholy bird in flight;
I fall alright.

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