by
lauren
his is my cheeto poem that i wrote!theres a cheeto on the floor i bought it from the store if i eat it will i die? and this i say is not a lie: but that cheeto on the floor is sadly screaming never more as i crunched it with my foot i had to turn from its cheesy soot on his day i tried to mourn but the cheetos family frowned with scorn
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