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Tomatoes Watermelon Cantaloupe A small, old cabin surrounded by vines As the breeze blows in from the bamboo grove far away I sit on the edge of days gone by and murmur like an elevator chime— only my soliloquy heard by no one spreads out toward you.
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2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 11:44 AM UTC
A Cabin
Tomatoes Watermelon Cantaloupe A small, old cabin surrounded by vines As the breeze blows in from the bamboo grove far away I sit on the edge of days gone by and murmur like an elevator chime— only my soliloquy heard by no one spreads out toward you.
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Jun 2, 2026 at 11:44 AM UTC
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