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Tangerines never tasted so sweet as the ones
having been stolen from your hand.
Insert the quarter in the
slot and maybe you'll win the prize.

Wednesdays were always so annoying and as
intriguing as that damn hole in your head.
Lend me your ear for a minute and maybe
you won't have to die.

Before time there was nothing, yet
everything rots as time progresses.

Road kill never looked as beautiful as it did that evening:
mercilessly flung across the asphalt in that modern art style you
envy so badly.
Maybe you can write a poem about it.
Bare the dead thing's soul in pencil or maybe
even ink. But you cannot seem to find the words that can
remind you of that tangerine I stole or the smile on your lips.