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  • Writer's pictureCourtney Wells

September

Is my favorite month

but by the time I get around to it,

almost over


the coming of cold weather means cigarettes

and a breeze that isn't chilly enough


you're allowed to create happiness in spaces

that are doomed to disappointment

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