Apple Peel
by me(whatever)
to Setsuna Plus
why do you act the way you do?
from the camera,
I watch the outside.
Surely it's just a little thing,
but the question I have to keep asking,
is "who are you?"
the portraits in the winding hallways,
reflecting the unhappiness of humanity.
I wrote a letter to you
peeled of apple skins,
smiling, smiling, smiling
with every tiny phrase.
Is this good enough?
with all the jokes aside,
I'm becoming quite tired.
If you envy the sky fish,
would you open the books every once in a while?
please forgive my bluff.
ten thousand leaves,
floating decapitated through my head.
The pages I marked with them,
grow a million apple trees.
It's almost like fear,
sprouting beneath the eaves.
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