Grains of it, Like rice you spilled, All over my kitchen floor. Reaching under the fridge, Separating the dust from the kernel, Fistfuls of dust, For the one.
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Grains of it, Like rice you spilled, All over my kitchen floor. Reaching under the fridge, Separating the dust from the kernel, Fistfuls of dust, For the one.
All rights reserved © 2025 Josephine Joyil