Poem Snippet: October

And, of course,

the state of eternity that exists there,

there at the end of the world where time passes to a different beat,

slow and languid,

liquid and honey-golden as it swirls around us.

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caitlincacciatore

A poet driven by the quill, a dreamer of impossible dreams, a lover of that which the world has deemed unlovable. We're all stories in the end. This is mine.

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