Thursday, March 29

porridge

there it was,
the skin from my hot milk,
lying in the plug hole
like a little drowned ghost.

aww.
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2 comments:

Deathdog said...

oh my...so sad..

9:46 pm
Captain Annie said...

that's much lovelier than poached egg spectres

2:21 am

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