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October Morning
An old song
October morning
The Sun is cold
but not as much as your heart
Or is it your mind
where no soul can be found
It must have moved to your foot
the left one
I am to the right
all the way to the Sun
I only wanted to talk to you
but words only counted
for a short while
Did they ever
You said it once
I was surprised
Words must be cheap
especially with AI
How quaint
After the love is gone
we still have words
I love you
must be hard to keep
as the I and you
interfere
Love must be for the trees
and fiction of course
My Anthi and Athena
October mornings
make me feel this way
Other mornings too
But today
another October morning
I had to add some words
and an old song
about a September morning
when October was still away








