i sigh and put on my
Octoberface;
it is my favorite face,
and when it's snug
in its dusty place
my skullgrin hidden
and the neckflaps laced,
I hit the streets
and darkly grace
the drywind autumn
of this landblown place
Octoberface;
it is my favorite face,
and when it's snug
in its dusty place
my skullgrin hidden
and the neckflaps laced,
I hit the streets
and darkly grace
the drywind autumn
of this landblown place
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