I miss the days when I was dumb enough to eat Cap’n Crunch
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Speaking with her, she’d stare at me as if I were an unexpected commercial interruption during her favorite movie
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Erik Satie’s Gnossienne 1 for Piano
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I did not recognize my own shadow
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The winter air smells starved, hungry
The summer air smells seasoned with honey
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She is freshly broken