little one(')s

By paddington

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The Trappist

By paddington on Mon, 18 Apr 2005

I can no longer wash the dirt off of my hands. It's ingrained itself too deep into the ins and outs of my skin, rendering the surfaces of my palms...
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Are you really what you said you were when you said to us what you were with that smile on your face

By paddington on Tue, 06 Sep 2005

Were any of the words that slid from your mouth like nurse home spaghetti ever anything but tricks to open our hearts (which are pure) so you could swallow them and eat them and grow almost as much as we shrank (but lasting shorter, the growing, because you're already shrinking back (I can tell from the things you said when you last said things in my direction) while we're just smaller now (little, little, small) to size).
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