from the prespective of a child of famine(in Africa)
These devasting obstacles...are dilating my optics..and pressuring my hallow eye sockets...to hallucinate of carmal trees..chocolate covered leafs...and pepermint seeds...but the realities of these dry lips..and these empty hic-ups...got me...
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