A soft spot, somewhere. She found it, but I didn’t notice.                                                          She started pushing and piercing, day after day. When the hole was big enough, she put her ravenous finger inside.                                                                                                              Little by little she took everything, compromising the whole structure.                      (Thoughts about the matter: solid? Gassy? Grey? Purple? Tasty?)                                           I was a quarry, but I didn’t know.

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