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I dropped my heart Into boiling oil. I wanted to see If it would fry. As it rolled off my fingers, My hands were stained red. Drops of oil splashed up And burned my red-stained fingers. As oil and ***** collided Popping, sizzling, and zipping Commenced.
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Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 2:35 PM UTC
French-Fried Heart
I dropped my heart Into boiling oil. I wanted to see If it would fry. As it rolled off my fingers, My hands were stained red. Drops of oil splashed up And burned my red-stained fingers. As oil and ***** collided Popping, sizzling, and zipping Commenced.
NorahMae
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Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 2:35 PM UTC
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