In the autumn, there are not many people around me.
Only you, my shadow, our son.
We drink black coffee, and I peel the onion.
In the autumn, my magic goes to the bottom of a pot full of thick vegetable soup.
No lie stays with us for a long time.
I ignore the box that lies in the corner,
no good can come out of a dark box in the corner.
Therefore, I cleaned everything around the box
and it feels divine to drink coffee and peel the onion
after getting rid of all the clutter.
All but one.
All but that dark box.
Once everything is neat, I peel off the people.
I peel them off, and I cry.
Onion skin is scattered around us.
We step on it while eating roast chestnuts.
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