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  • Emily Goldberg

Do You Fall?

The scent of a candle, burning ever so slowly.

Smoke from a fire lit to keep two people warm.

The upstate sunset

shining and shimmering in the sky

with comforting color.

The glimpse of a pumpkin patch.

Sometimes it's cruel though.


It doesn't always come with light and hope, it’s deeper.

Pumpkins rot a shade of green,

leaves crimp and crumble,

people change.

I suppose it's the air, it's different,

it comes with fear.


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