I am addicted
It's insane how I
can never get tired or
the hotness on my tongue
the redness on my fingertips
the crunch in my mouth
the satisfaction of my hunger.
When I walk
in the grocery store
my eyes are
attachedto them
They are stuck
staring like a
dead person
I can't move them
I can't blink
I'm blind to my sorroundings.
I can't take it any longer
I must have them
Once again I need
the crunchiness,
the hotness, and the
deliciousness, of my
HOT CRUNCHY CHEESE CURLS
by, ROse
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