torn piece of paper with half a list stopped short by the old tree suddenly red


24 seconds still on the microwave I’m getting old


talking about back in the day the acid, the crystal, the breeze through the last leaves


just three almonds in morning light I should draw them


more garbage trucks clash clatter fill the land with all the broken things


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