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8h
I wish I were as strong as a corn kernel.
Roasted, beaten, chewed alive!
yet still,
at the end of the day,
you’ll find me whole.

in your sh*t

Untouched
I always wonder, is corn immortal?
Written by
Samy Sadn
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