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A piece inspired by writers like you. |
| Minty Flavored Disguise Brush your teeth with the minty flavored, lies you wake up to every morning. You think bread sits long without molding you into something you're not? What color blindness do you have? Striped and plaid socks on your feet slid into electronic shoes that harmonize the miles of treacherous word ladders. There's a thin line between falling and flying, or is there? How far can you fall without feeling to fly? Ten minutes, or until the next train of unoriginality pulls into someone's imagination. Pieces of fool's emotions stuck in between talented minds. Candy coated death asks, "Why must I try to write healthy? Will toothpaste stop these rotting cavities?" Must we drill a hole in your head to prove That brushing our minds with your sugarless poetry doesn't disguise the fillings you lack. |