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« on: February 10, 2018, 05:20:34 PM »

The wet damp of spring , fresh and soft, shoved into an industrial plastic bag. Spring time, pollen and fake love. Hard pressed cardboard rubs against itself being lifted off. The aroma of cocoa, of chocolate, of cherries and creme. Soft to the touch, like velvety silk. Slightly hard but the caramel on the inside drips out of one and the taste of burnt sugar and cocoa go hand in hand. The teddy bears scruff feels like an old rug, but he's cute. Sown by children in a dusty dirty place of machines and dread. Fingers being gouged by sewing machines, lunch breaks non existent, and the dying hope of a better life. But he is cute. After all has arrived, the cold phone goes to your ear and you gab on about each other for hours; warming the leather beneath you. You sit in your big house of cold hard tile, big TV's and soft beds. Big doors made of fake wood, still grainy to the touch and gold arching door handles. The smell outside of grass and spring, reminding you of your tulips.
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