She looked at me, her eyes straining from the flare, squinting up at me ," If sarcasm is denser than blood, would it not get stuck in my throat? "
She turned smoothly and escaped.
The bile in my teacup every morning did indeeed exist.
The ash of subtraction, has tiny white flakes in it, that grow wings and lay eggs.
We are all scared of it. For those emboldened by it actually being an addition, an addiction is imminent. It being imminent is suffered by a lack of, or the absence of matter.
She turned smoothly and escaped.
The bile in my teacup every morning did indeeed exist.
The ash of subtraction, has tiny white flakes in it, that grow wings and lay eggs.
We are all scared of it. For those emboldened by it actually being an addition, an addiction is imminent. It being imminent is suffered by a lack of, or the absence of matter.
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