001. the flavor of your name

[booed]

I anticipate the day I will savor your name on my taste buds and trap it in the roof of my mouth. I do not say it out loud in fear of it scarring the lip I bite often enough. I often curl, into the fetal position, a roly poly, in case I might hear it twice. this is when I remember how to scream. I take precautions, in case your name might echo. the

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[corleones]

I like this alot.

Very interesting.