I remember the day october
looked into your eyes and promised
november would be prettier this year
but on Halloween it snowed
and you forgot to let your dog in that night.

So with his frozen corpse, the outline of a snowbeast,
you curse the day you prayed to Autumn
and worship the spring, her enemy,
never forgetting that cold november morning
when october reached beneath your ribcage
and took your trust away.

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