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The chill whispers change
as it surrounds me.
Embraces the hair on my skin
tickling the nerves
renewing my senses
a shower of steam
drifts off my body
The autumn air choked
with burning leaves
grass frozen in anticipation
A perfect moon, distant,
perched low above the trees
deafened by the still silence
of my heartbeat.

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I wish i could stop the cursor from blinking
sitting there mocking me
taunting me to go on
judging each word I type
with arrogance and disdain.
"Really?" it asks, incessantly
like your 5 year old asks "why?"
until you lose your mind.
Is that all you got?
Maybe I am crazy...
having conversations
with blank screens.
I'm hard on myself.
what if it's not great?
It doesn't have to be.
No matter what I write
the cursor will always blink.