2 Works by Fizzymulticolouredbelts
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Thick, red jam, the kind my nanny used to make from cherries when they were ripe, almost rotting on the ground from the heat of the sun, when the air was thick with promises of a cool night.
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I’m floating. Drifting perhaps, but here nonetheless. I’m tired and so, so, cold. Free me from this never ending stream.
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