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Writer's pictureFreyja Torn

Baked therapy

Orbiting around the gifted wooden spoon Currants cling like stars to their poles, taking Hold to the infinite space of Stellar Make up: flour; sugar; oil, colliding. Next, Freed from confines of one lone galaxy Tilt into the deep heat of infinity Until formed at gas mark 3, 180. Your nebulous dawn implodes as your des -tiny is born and I eat the planetary Treat in front of me

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