chosen lines. mad-lib it.
dont think about the ship in the bottle.
problem is, you forget yourself.
sometimes we burn our stories page by page in the oven.
all the balloons left without saying goodbye.
we broke open the pinatas only to find a smaller pinata.
i am a seed which spring never carries.
ignore this pattern of presents.
never forget, you'll need to impress me
always we are giving things and things
to win appreciation.
all the side glances hidden in an instant.
we shoved colorful ribboned boxes in each others
mouths. and we didnt choke.
we are a people who are hungry for objects.
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