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The leaves fell and changed color
when we fell into them.
Snow and mud,
a remedy for the
absence of fall.

I wear the dirt covered ground
like you once wore my sweater
and I can no longer be profound,
just once removed from how I
felt about you
and how you felt
Poem after Poem,
It's all bullshit.
I don't want to think.
I want to sleep


Yogesh Chawla

This poem is appearing in the Book
Attack of the 50 ft. Poets


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