Photo by Katie Moum on Unsplash

We fell through each colorful word of autumn,
smeared unfinished oils everywhere,

blotted acrylics that dried too quickly, scrubbed
off charcoal for days, until the hard edges of our letters

that tried too hard softened, and we blurred
into permanently rearranged watercolors.

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