shades of blue

Shades of Blue Last night you asked me to clean your house. ‘You need a job,’ you said. It’s because I look for you two or three times a day while you’re occupied with other things. It’s because I’m leaving again and know what that means but cannot verbally express it. I’m not as good with words as you assume. It is a crisp and bright autumn morning, the air tastes like cider and smells like chimneys. It is a red/yellow-leaf-day...
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