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August 25th.

When fall came, she fell

Back into her excited, eclectic,

Sometimes eccentric self. 

 

Falling forward, toward new land 

Not free falling down a whole

To that wonderland - 

A place that you’d never go 

That place that we both know. 

 

She fell for that; falling for you.

 

And then Fall came 

Forward free falling for herself.

© Alex Lohman 2024 

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