it makes me feel...
loathesome.
hateful.
sentimental.
nostalgic.
I hate it how the air seems so familiar yet too curiously dangerous to feel.
Its mysterious intoxicating yet rancid closeness to me is so seemingly helpless.
Its crisp broken leaves, the baren cold branches they leave from.
Is this how autumn makes you feel?
God, this is hellish cacophony, isn't it?
anyway, what do you think?

look at this. i'm not appreciating the imagery of art, rather its imagination through text. look at my favorites, it's filled with text.
autumn really gets to me.
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