Remember that roof at the top of the hill,
where the breeze of the sea serenaded our sleep...

I don't think it was you.
It was me...

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Has anyone noticed...

draw me a tree
one with leaves as red as sunsets...

a bone without meat
the chewing heard amidst the street...

I'm letting go of the helium tank.
Out of this gas, I call love...

an apple and an Apricot
appear afore an ape...

a drink on the brink of falling,
oh falling...

I write and write
to write what I wish to write...

Oh life…
Oh well...

She hurried to the kitchen and onto the stove.
Water was boiling, spilling from a small pot...

Oh gosh
I regret regretting what I always regret...