Cross night love in the fall of fall

There is no one like that

Or no one who likes that


To a person, no Night of love

Sun always out

Liking not lacking


Not double crossed, Crossing as one

Crossing out

Crossing over

Any one





To the ground, action is the withering

But down to the ground weathering

Hard – and harder landed


Come apart, must be a deeper part

To have it broken up.

There is nothing like that


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