The bunny soft glow falls languid,
seeping into the fibers I so tenderly draped
over the prostrate
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The bunny soft glow falls languid,
seeping into the fibers I so tenderly draped
over the prostrate
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The children don't understand.
The sweets they pine for are not squeezed from the machine with stripes intact. No—they must be painted on, by hand, with so much care. It is almost unimaginable, the
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I tucked my hair, long
and blond like Kurt's,
behind my ears.
Red flannel hung low,
loose
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