I remember last summer
I remember the sun on my skin
I remember the song of birds in tree
I remember wind and clouds
I remember laughs and cry
I remember your face
I remember touching your cold body, your closed eyes and your fur
I remember you
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I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
-Sylvia Plath
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Banana 'Peel' [Poem]
There once was a banana named Peel,
Who was always quite slippery and slippery as eel.
He would slip and slide,
On the kitchen floor inside,
Making everyone's life quite an ordeal.
He would hang in the bunch all day,
Being yellow and ripe in every way,
But as soon as someone would try,
To peel him and take a bite,
He would slip right out of their hand and play.
He thought it was quite a…
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{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}
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