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Popcorn
by Versey
I'm a tortured poet writing from the inks of my despair
The breath of my demons that ponder inside my skull are popping thoughts intrusively like popcorn in a microwave
Eating these popped kernels is making me malnourished but if it's kettle corn I will devour the popcorn like it's my first time tasting such sweetness
- movie time??