Grounded

as colorants and undertones change hands there's me.. who clasps at disappearing heat i'm rooted in the berries, stained by sun rejecting grooves of somber snows ahead caught amid an Equinox i write into the middle between the split.. i've fallen

in the lonely burst of autumn 

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