autumn soul

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She was an autumn soul
She was the death of summer yet she was the beinging of rainy days and tea and lilac sunsets and she smelled of pumpkin spice and applecider and had the soul of a child she jumped in a pile of leaves and loved to eat smores she loved to venture and she was the person that always wore tea stained sweaters and riped faided jeans and always carried a book in here hand and had big nerdy glasses and she had leaves in her hair and she loved thrift shopping and loved things that people had loved before her she also loved lost items yet an autumn soul she was

--milo

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