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Mar 2014
i can’t tell you
how many of the apples
you left in a basket
are still untouched
on my bedroom wall
and how many are already
thrown out because
they began to rot.

i can’t tell you
how many of the apples
you left in a hurry
weren’t there in the first place
i just grew them
because i wanted them
in the basket
that you brought.
Written by
A Castillo
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