Come hither, my darling.
I see you lurking around the corner in the later rising sun. I feel you
in the cool, crisp morning air. I hear you crunching as I stroll
through leaf-covered patches of ground.
I know it's only August,
but I'm ready for you. Come hither with your taste of all things pumpkin
and the comforting aroma of Thanksgiving dinner baking in the oven.
Come hither, for even if I'm the only one, I'll welcome you with open arms and you'll be safe with me.
Yours truly,
Meezan
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