Perfect to cry or to write.
Here it comes, natural anesthesia.
Everything withers away,
Everything but night and gray.
Disconnected from the disconnections
Divided!!! Indeed, left in sections.
Infinity comes to the words,
As the winds come to the birds.
All with the autumn light,
Such a perfect time to cry and write.
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