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September

You took my breath in September,
my thoughts fogged over so fast.
As the seasons kept on keeping,
found myself seeking for something
to grasp.

For those wide eyed nights come calling,
and mornings warm with laughs,
till November sailed through, darling,
and floated me on,
back into the past.

Didn’t know what I was expecting,
whether or not this too shall pass.
But December’s here free falling,
I trust you with my heart—
safe, though it's glass.