Inching ever nearer

Late lies the autumn sun.
Colder days around the corner.
Yet, no slum-lords spell
can bind me.
In another place,
shaken out of silence.
I have promises to keep,
and words in my sling.
In vivid blue, and nights
swamped with passion.
My breath is rude,
a tender fury filled with my soul.

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