In the far flung veils of autumn is where my home decays. Time and gravity chewing at the structures that once held me safe. I am a wing and undone with the winter rain. Unsettled and thrown to flight. Come to lands forgotten by light. Give me peace and love but regret and guilt are laid at my door. How am I to repair when you choose to rush headlong into the fray. Away through the summer is where I will stay.
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