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fantastic hard boiled candy

fan- ta- stick sticky icky this hard boiled sharp- nelled candy that’s crunchy, munching on you or me: sal- ac(e)- ious never ever gracious- lie in gaudy georgette or silky sly satin cottoned tales in no colors pale. why is … Continue reading

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Creepy independence

“Oh, I’m independent. I can┬átake┬ácare of myself. I have emotional, mental, physical and whatever other sort of independence you can think of.” Icicles suspended in the air. The sub-zero temperature must’ve enticed the giant of a lizard out and she … Continue reading

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