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by Alisha Rachelle Mar 6, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I finger my hands against its yellow box,pull the flaps, I'll give my dog the last scraps. Perhaps I'll prolapse the slits, and open my package amongst its bondage. open my mouth and put a cracker in, ah crisper. tasty, fiercely aten.i love the weirdest things kiddo. <33