29

Hey

it’s my birthday

Hey little stone

Pebbling the surface

Of autumnal homes

I’ll season I’ll season

I swear that I’ll grow

This season this season

I promise I’ll grow

As flickering lantern wicks

Throw shapes and shades

Casting a wolf eye

On all that remains

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