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| (via Jewel of the South). |
My lip curls in sickening sorrow and outrage.
Like that time when we were kids and-
Johnathon ate a butterfly in the side yard.
I was seven and I wanted to scream at him.
But why shouldn't he wonder what it tasted like?
Mr. Elnett threw himself off the top of the parking lot.
In my sleep I try to scream at him-
but why shouldn't he have wondered what it tasted like?
