Daylight, swallowed by dusk,
and the ominous sense, of wind speaking
Breezes hurl forward, wrapping the body,
in chilly drafts and prickly skin
Crisp, autumn leaves rustle by
Black cat, emerald eyes,
eerily hint at what lurks in the soul –
truth is discerned there, as October beholds
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