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My Lonely Thought
My Lonely Thought
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Inside a chamber of my heart
Lingers a lonely thought.
It slipped in a year ago or so
From its keeper’s guard, it took
One bloody route to my heart’s chamber.
“I belong to the Autumn,” the thought says.
From the gold of dawn to the crimson of dusk
It walks up and down inside my heart
Stomping and flailing
Those legs and limbs.
“I belong to the Autumn,
The tree or the leaf, I don't know,
The loser or the lost, I don't know,”
The rhyme goes on in a loop
Till my head catches the tune.
And then we go, one in pitch,
Like two loons on a full-moon night
Ignorant of our roots and the routes
We sing of autumn, solemn and sober
Like two leaves losing lives.
