Not overcooked. Not undercooked. Just all half-baked goodness in every write.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Perk
Bitter character in a cup Sweet enough to peel an edge back and bark Appealing is revealing Corpuscles squealing See sanguine eyes? Now sanguine eyes I cradle you, my warm cup of mourning For the evening has passed on There be joy in the wake.
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