Fall

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I always feel the trees dying

It makes my heart beat faster

It makes me cold

Almost as if I am dying too

Not a sad death

A happy sleep or freedom death

I wonder why the trees are so happy to die

as happy as I am

Don't worry

I won't kill myself

The trees don't

they awaken in winter

I suppose they feel loved

Stillness

A chaotic year ago

among the fallen leaves of death

My heart started to beat faster

but I was not cold

I was falling to my death

In love

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