autumn

Autumn in the south hemisphere.

Still nothing in my life is even remotely showing it self clear.
The air softly cools down.

Still my inside burns burns burns

Not with desire, lust or will —

it just burns, hurtfully, and I think this just might be hell

and there will be no redemption.

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