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Sad Season She's tired of hurt feelings, harsh words and midnight reelings, sensitivities, and dark proclivities. She's through with special pleading. All that anguish is misleading and she's out of breath, bored, and sick to death. Take me as I am, she says, or lose me in the loom of love as someone new who means nothing to you. We can say we're through and chalk it up to this dry wind, these branches stripped, these wistful skies, these coarse spent leaves... and two cold hearts in a sad season. She knows that she seems callous in his heart's damp crumbling palace, a ferocity in her bleak honesty. She tells him that she feels ashamed. Flirtation is a treacherous game. She lost and won. What's done can't be undone. Take me as I am, she says, or lose me in the loom of love as someone new who means nothing to you. We can say we're through and chalk it up to this dry wind, these branches stripped, these wistful skies, these coarse spent leaves... and two cold hearts in a sad season. Indian summer reveals a fall with a lurch, and then the sun's nothing at all. Without her touch can he survive the gray winter painting windows shut with ice? She'd tried to make amends, swore she'd never stray again. He knew she meant it all, but it still sounded small. Apologies are hollow, forgiving's hard to swallow when he knows she needs someone he'll never be. Take me as I am, she says, or lose me in the loom of love as someone new who means nothing to you. We can say we're through and chalk it up to this dry wind, these branches stripped, these wistful skies, these coarse spent leaves... and two cold hearts in a sad season. 
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