Homecoming

It’s real town
It’s a real town
And I am going back where I belong

Fall dusk, gray sky
Chilly, sniffly, snuggling
Sensitive memories
Like a nipple kissed

The woods are not far away

Handsome sweaters
Tumbling in rusty leaves
Cold hands on your face

The woods are dim and branches sway

The déjà vu of The Great Pumpkin
Haunting lights of early night
In cozy homes

The woods are begging us to always stay

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