just another dead poet
Consider this a collection of scribblings cast from the margins of my mind.
Oct 7, 2011
2:28pm
the fall- things i’m excited about
pumpkin pie
cold nights
orange & purple sunsets
crunching leaves beneath my feet
scarves (although I attempt to wear these year-round—like comfy little neck blankets)
book basking in the rays of the late afternoon sun, letting the Atlantic breeze turn my pages for me
squash soup
black skies and bright stars
watching my breath turn to smoke
dark beer
poetry competitions
keeping eachother warm.
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