A Unique Divinity
There’s a frost painted on everything that surrounds you.
Like frosting on cake…
Layer after layer.
The Salvation Army person,
Standing at the post.
I’ll tell you a story.
The potion I had taken yesterday changed me forever.
Ripping a closed bag of chips open.
Ice cream on the floor melting.
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