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

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24 seconds still on the microwave I’m getting old

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

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just three almonds in morning light I should draw them

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

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