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:::by hazel:::In my kitchen lay tiny blue owls, Chirping and oozing their blueberry howls onto my grandmother's tiles. They squeel at me; jeer at me; follow me around my quarters until i burst. But first- I take my butcher knife, my metal fox, and chase their tails. I am a dog. A bitch. In my kitchen lay tiny blue owls, turning their tiny blue heads until they pop off like screws. |
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