It is strange when you talk about zucchini
because we have bigger fish to fry.
Life is switching over
like holograms of hell
down your hallways.
Memories slow down
come back to redefine you.
Fall is the season of memory.
Dreams are falling one by one
and soon we'll be thankfully trapped
in the down arms of winter,
stringing lights like flashing wishes
knotting bows of fortune.
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