NovemberA Poem by Briana MarhenckeThere is something about November, October’s warm tremble hums in to a howl but I follow you all the same-
Does it go without saying?
& despite how he whistles in my ear, I won’t complain because the cold does change-
All the same, all the same. © 2013 Briana MarhenckeAuthor's Note
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