♕ |[62]| Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn

[had_not_lived]

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Ever since I read that I can't help thinking of it in April. I don't think I agree. Maybe April's cruel here-- any month

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[had_not_lived]

I am not.

[had_not_lived]

So? That doesn't mean I have to like it.

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[had_not_lived]

I don't know. I mean, it happens, right?

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[had_not_lived]

Well, it only seems fair.

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[had_not_lived]

Maybe it's a birthday gift.

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[had_not_lived]

I have everything I want.