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my teeth are sensitive too-- candy smoke strangles them they are the crown jewels of some British empire one day at the circus he bought me popcorn, and boy how the unpopped kernels cut my gums. I laughed and the iron taste blanketed my tongue. I noticed my chair had only three legs, and my scarf was red and sticky o world, how I want to shake your head and tear wires from the fusebox to taste the sound of incandescent crackling and burnt popcorn o shining irises, where is your citrus now?
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
The Disillusioned Medea
my teeth are sensitive too-- candy smoke strangles them they are the crown jewels of some British empire one day at the circus he bought me popcorn, and boy how the unpopped kernels cut my gums. I laughed and the iron taste blanketed my tongue. I noticed my chair had only three legs, and my scarf was red and sticky o world, how I want to shake your head and tear wires from the fusebox to taste the sound of incandescent crackling and burnt popcorn o shining irises, where is your citrus now?
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
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