E I N H E R J I *

THINGS ARE ALWAYS BEING DESTROYED VERY SLOWLY. yes, even you, those soft lines forming where you smile or squint. the fruit isn’t left out, but still it rots: the apple browns and sours, loses crispness. the fallen leaves lose crispness, too, from the days of rain forever in front of us now that SUMMER SEEMS LIKE AN IMPOSSIBLE MEMORY. 

THINGS ARE ALWAYS BEING DESTROYED VERY SLOWLY. yes, even you, those soft lines forming where you smile or squint. the fruit isn’t left out, but still it rots: the apple browns and sours, loses crispness. the fallen leaves lose crispness, too, from the days of rain forever in front of us now that SUMMER SEEMS LIKE AN IMPOSSIBLE MEMORY. 

THINGS ARE ALWAYS BEING DESTROYED VERY SLOWLY. yes, even you, those soft lines forming where you smile or squint. the fruit isn’t left out, but still it rots: the apple browns and sours, loses crispness. the fallen leaves lose crispness, too, from the days of rain forever in front of us now that SUMMER SEEMS LIKE AN IMPOSSIBLE MEMORY. 

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