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I forgot that to you the world
Is like Picasso’s cubist period.
Every piece in a little box
Arranged carefully for distortion
That one can just still recognize. 131 more words
Tomorrow we welcome September into our lives. Labor Day is upon us, and it is always a bitter sweet day. It represents the end of summer (there’s technically still three weeks left), the start of school (we send you bouquets of sharpened pencils), crisp evenings (layering is always kind of fun) and the blatantly impetuousness of time itself (there’s just no stopping it). 115 more words