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so much libra/scorpio love.
the month of deepdeepdeepest dreams
when everyone hidden comes out to say hello.
the open veil that makes us never feel alone.
loud yellow/orange leaves. that chill in the air.
the care with which the windchimes move–slow,
soft, a song only for those who intentionally listen.
pumpkin-spice lattes, candy corn, costumes
that glisten and shine and billow. others
that show the darkness inside. this time of year
it’s alright to not smile–it’s acceptable to be yourself,
not be asked if you need help, be left alone to enjoy
the stillness. so many reasons to feel alive
while the dead walk beside us–
touch us, love us, remind us
there’s no end.

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