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  • stop it

    Words carve out bite sized chunks, leaving nothing but the hunger. Shovel, spoon, get out. Acid tasting guillotine, cut off my tongue so that I no longer want to taste, ...

    • Poetry
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The first draft is a trip to the amusement park. The next drafts are returning there as a safety inspector.
— SunsetTree