Creativity is my candy crack. One tantalizing taffy taste and it's a sweet toothed trip to the end of this tactless, tilted lifetime.
- B
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What do you call a man with no arms or legs rolling around in the leaves?
Russel
- Shriener
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Oh, there's something in your teeth.
- Mer
Here?
-Nimm
It's the leftovers of the babies she ate.
-B
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YOU ARE READING
Notions of Now
PoetryWords are crimson, coppered water to the swollen, purple skin of my mind. Streaming nourishment that needs a release. This will be my daily leech. :)
