It feels like someone secretly hollowed out the goop underneath my ribs like so much tender orange meat of a jack o'lantern... and left one solitary seed inside. Somewhere in the space where my lower intestine used to coil are the ghost coloured shoots of a plant searching out room for leaves. Everyone runs by in a huddle of unfamiliar costumed
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i love your writing.
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