Not sweater weather

When days transfigure themselves from orange to gray

I remember what there is to be so sad about

the way so many things can change in the matter of minutes

from orange to gray

Then next is a dark blue

Blue you cant avoid like the bags your eyes carry

like the bruises you hold not only on your skin

but on your heart 

Come this month, things will only get darker

will only get colder

The type of cold that you become when a blanket isn't enough 

Only wanting to be surrounded by a thin layer of someone else

anyone else but you

 

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