How do I say this?
I remember this--but it's not like a normal thing
You would remember.
Not in me do I remember, not in my sympathetic state--
No,
I'm seeing everything for the first time. It feels that way.
The grass on the hill may very well have been
Here forever.
And the prime apples will never stop growing--they are growing everywhere,
Drooping from green crooked arms in the sky.
I no longer see my reflection in other people.
Five Underrated: By Unk
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Summer is here and the time is right for hitting the great outdoors… but
vicariously through a TV set because it’s way too hot to step outside.
Nightmare...
5 days ago
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