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dead leaves are crunchy.
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Brand New walking alone, following the cracks in the sidewalk
a haunting silence overcomes me.
all i can hear is my own breathing.
i hate that.
i notice the omnipresent colors of autumn
from the sign on a business' window
to a little girl playing aimlessly in the yard
everything is in shades of orange and brown
beautiful and depressing all at once
but even as i pass through
and i see all these lovely sights
all that i can think is that dead leaves are crunchy
