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Autumn
comes on slow and gentle,
like a
lovers touch
when the light is dim.
Softly,
across the sheets
and then
a kiss!
A thousand
suns
rise;
A thousand
ways
to say "I love you"
to say "I love you"
pour out
from every limb.
A greater
feeling,
our Truest Self,
our Truest Self,
as
delicate and ever-changing as the seasons.
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