she
wears
an arboreal
cloak
leaving
bits of red
and
yellow
in her wake
littering
the ground
with
memories
of laughter
in
the sun
she
turns
the lights
off early
maybe
to hide
the fact
she
will soon
be nude
awaiting
her
fresh
white
blanket
under
fluffy gray
remorse
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