Crumpled I lay, hugging a can of olives
within my bare cleavage. This is home,
the comfort of openness, exposure, fearing
not what may creep along, unseen, and dart… 362 more words
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“There he goes, one of God’s own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind, never even considered for mass production.
Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”