i'm sitting here, in a patch of sour kids. and paying attention to everything. the sweet taste, the sour, the rough edges and how it's good rough, anyway - like itching. or maybe poking a bruise. and the smell, and how i can't always figure out if i'm tasting or smelling or both. or just imaging it all. and remember whens and wheres and whos.
my whole life in a patch of sour kids.
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