Farming so hard in the dirt of anger, starving, I wish I could find happiness by pushing comrade Snitch from Peking into the pig sty but it's...
Culling The Goo Peach At the party of the orchard all must chant, “We love the peach” though they are only given the pits to break open Most...
A pearl of delight as I skip with the inner blue child to taste the strawberry ice cream with butterscotch topping, savoring the wine in the...
I've thought about escaping to a mountain top. I like the idea of looking out on the world, above the chatter. I think about a cave perhaps near...
I remember a cup of sugar half a lemon dark red cherries in a crust of pain crumbly falling into a hellish oven fired like she told me, 375 In...
Though there's little food in Sugar Ditch the rabbit hoped to hop from me a foolish-stewing-hopeless creature, who'd let luck go where fecal...
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