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Easter Egg Hunts

  • Alicia Berdeguez
  • Apr 5, 2015
  • 1 min read

There is a land

of endless green

plastic Easter basketgrass, that sticks to your

hands and mixes in with

melted dark chocolate

in a compilation,

a glutenous snare.

Many other hands

grab blindly through the

mesh with shouts of

glee at plastic trophies

and sweet adrenaline-

a crunchy symbol of all

the freedom found in

secularity.

Bunnies

 
 
 

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