Like the trees and their leaves

The streets under my feet started turning orange gold from the fallen leaves. A fiery red sky, and the thought of you waiting for me there. Your skin, your lips, your sighs.. Inside my bed, inside my head. Like the trees and their leaves I tried to touch her, keep her. But just like the city outside my window, she was never completely mine.

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