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In My Field Of Dead And Dying Apple Cores...
Eat My Flaws Like They're Putrid Delicacies You are the fly of my body- munching and crunching away at the dusty must within my folds. The dirt and grime in ...
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Mmm Yummy. How food does bring about...
EDITED: Just a few things changed, but hopefully it makes a difference. ^.^ Chocolate Chip Fantasies Life lingers like the aroma of Mama's cookies. When I couldn't sleep, she'd spend ...