Sweet Fruit - gutwrench.
By Alec Prevett there were no clouds in the day all across was a sugary electroshock blue taffy stretched and squashed by a universal pull. the trees behind the fence mocked me with their absurd height, extending their limbs and tasting that sticky sky— munching on it as giraffes do on leaves. the naked fruitboys … Continue reading Sweet Fruit →
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