| Sexy Games Bandages soaked in blood unravel from my mouth. First aid. Call someone. I did, but the bandages were never wet enough.
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| Souvenir One leap and I’m exhausted. A smirk, my fastest car. Calm foot, neurotic foot, throttle yo-yo yo. My triumph – canine teeth. Vavoom! |
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| Fortune A field pox picked up at the fortune teller’s shed. She saw visitors converging on the handle of my cup. Still, I couldn’t scour one last, awkward, rotten corner – a soggy toe nobbling the prizes in my head. Paste Smeared I was small enough as long as nothing grew. The only way to give some lip – gasp, so the dead translation team could understand. Reception The party, a burden of foolish compliments – vacant dancing, hands filled with playing cards; the smoke of warmed-up hunger heaps my plate, ready smiles invade my face. |
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