The Fall of Autumn

In the chill autumn air

A boy carves a pumpkin

Into a hollowed out hole

With a smile drawn in ink

And for once he's not alone

Throughout the October nights

The black smile fades

But the hole remains

Slowly it rots on the inside

Yet no one says a thing

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