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in cookies as in nature,
the spikiest creatures
are the
last to be eaten.
this awkward beast was
hindmost in a vast herd to
be decorated, remnants
of icing scraped and
dripped from little
monkey dishes.
what started as an
egg on toast turned
into a skull with the
addition of two red
eyes. what drama is
this playing out? such
a long slog to sunrise...
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