If under a tree you mistake shredded receipts for something less magical than apple blossoms well I have to acquiesce (and after all you told me so) that there is no magic in you. Make note, O eyes, not of the perfect skins of blank apricots rough apes and aphids but the bright heart of garbage the luminescence of sticky rings left by sweet cups the constellation of cigarettes that litters the earth abandoned and free sleeping sweetly while you drive away (as if it was I who were the driver as if I even knew how to drive!) in your frightened black cocoon automated by machines and your own heart.
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