Candy Shop - Day 3
Butterfinger
We are our hundred layers,
fractal Muscovy glass, stacked
like fresh deck on casino felt,
like a new ream queued for the laser
printer to impress. No one can see
without snapping the robe, our upper-
case I. Crystal physics say our cleft
would be perfect. Nobody better.
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