Fall fell through the
crack in the floorboards, and we
tore them up, desperate to
stave off Winter.
Maybe we could
burn them if we cannot find that
lost dime, our
last hope of Summer.
Fall fell through the
crack in the floorboards, and we
tore them up, desperate to
stave off Winter.
Maybe we could
burn them if we cannot find that
lost dime, our
last hope of Summer.
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