finding grace among the rubble

october is

october is when the leaves turn and i see you walk away

OCTOBER IS / apple cider heartbreak sealed with honey-lined lips / palms pressed to the earth worshiping the turning of the tides / sunshine mixed with rainfall mixed with spending wishes on people who were meant to leave / stars, neverending stars / waking up to everything dying and calling it beautiful 



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