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It’s like castor oil for a punishable girl, and
I swear I’m just venomous!
Sometimes.
Spitting and rattling,
Oscillating slits in the sand.
Suffocating, *******,
the sun is to me,
a lovely burden.
Blame me into a corner
and I’ll stay there,
coiled.

— The End —