thing.
a gamble of some
sort.
the hard shell
clam.
a grey
cup slightly
ajar,
letting the salt
of an ocean
out and
your knife in.
but
what a storm it
causes
if not cooked
properly,
if raw,
you'll talk to
God soon
as you crawl upon
the bathroom
floor.
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