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I have this habit of letting the past hold on to me         like an apple              determined to rot on the branches       hanging shrunken and spoiled The day the flies arrive I ask                  "Is it that time already?"              and try not to act surprised      although it happens every year But now it is spring and my branches are light and free and I'll enjoy it while it lasts
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
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I have this habit of letting the past hold on to me         like an apple              determined to rot on the branches       hanging shrunken and spoiled The day the flies arrive I ask                  "Is it that time already?"              and try not to act surprised      although it happens every year But now it is spring and my branches are light and free and I'll enjoy it while it lasts
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
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