I surrender To the cloying scent of cinnamon and pumpkin A spice, if you will I surrender To muted neutrals and Target tchotchkes Factory-made fun I am outnumbered By women with glistening veneers Their balayage tinted to mimic dead leaves How could I forget the leaves! Trick question I am not allowed to forget the leaves I am not allowed To mourn …
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