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A bitter taste an after taste He wants me to swallow He holds my mouth open with Popsicle sticks Over and over he examines it
A bitter taste an after taste He wants me to swallow He holds my mouth open with Popsicle sticks Over and over he examines it
Genetics dictate we are a 50/50 split of our parents, and researchers have identified various cycles that continue from one generation to the next. But how similar are we really…
to my place of bread I was unpleasant unpleasantly duressed by lack of water I could wash neither body nor favorite dress nor feed my yielding inedible plant, nor swallow…
Fig Trees By Margery Hannah I want to be the red dot beaming on canvas bleached The Son I am to ears bright of faces without teeth The Tupac of…