Catch-up

Autumn smells sweet when it rains.
In a chill autumn rain, I chased toothpick boats down gutters.
“You’ll catch your death”, she screamed at me from a gaping doorway.
All the faster I ran.
If I could catch my death, keep it safe, put it away,
I would always know where it was.

i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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