White
Which is much eerie
To eat alone at midnight beneath lessen clocks
Or to pocket autumn leaves along us whispering our favorite songs into decayed ears.
I see no resemblance; me to those above clouds, we both have our inkpot and letters left dwelt afar in those rooms eons ago.
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