Frostwriting

September is over

by Andrea DeAngelis

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after the fall
we will lose our wings
we will lose our minds


my lungs swell up
with forgotten dreams
I have lost friends to neglect
and their own disinterest


there was once
a vicious argument
on a park bench
I don’t remember how it started
just that it was always starting


but you’re here now
so winter won’t worsen me after all.

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Poetry