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i went to the market on grand ave and i bought a peach. it grew in the back of my yard until three years later when the final golden peach fell at my feet. i miss the peach tree when i look in that corner, and i hope to buy another this coming sunday, at the market.
she was helping him out of the door and into the car when the thief appeared. he was dressed in a baggy button down shirt and some black over used dress pants.
i wish there was an elixir for what i have. but no, there are twenty million of them, one for each little cause, each little doubt, and if i forget one, if i don't time them all just right, i'm screwed. it doesn't work, and there's never any guarantee of success.
all the world's a stage. staging a murder: "it's been staged."
i left my sweatshirt on the stage at lincoln center.
i missed the train this morning. i missed dinner at night. i missed a cable tv show, and i missed you alright. i missed april rains and i missed the last full moon. but i mostly missed the days on end, i hope to see you soon.
watching, seeing the stars, spying.metal, i don't know they can see things from far away they can scope.
sweater, that song that the group weezer sang. i don't like sweater, that word, because old people like my grandmother use it.