A jar of
popcorn,
waiting to be
popped,
waiting to be enjoyed
by children,
children that enjoy popcorn
and watching movies,
warm, delicious, buttery popcorn.
All around town, they feared him for his scars, His claws, his shadowed eyes. They labeled him a monster All...
You grabbed me by my hips and I'm not sure I was ready But the firmness of your grip gave me an odd sense of...
Etched into the surface forever Silent cries for help that never get answered Truly trying to show how...
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