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[drink me] the label is clear enough, red triple x's on proud display there is no other choice but to drink to advance to the next room and in doing so, my head above the clouds is suddenly under the table my feet are suddenly in shoes several sizes too large and I am swamped by the clothes that I had chosen for myself the drink tastes like roast turkey and butter toast. warm and familiar, reminiscent of family gatherings, happy times. all things i look into from outside the window, little match girl, little muse. the giants in the next room address me, but they don't look down; instead, look up and whisper that I am too tall for the room when in reality, I feel inferior, in all aspects the taste of warmth lingers on my lips but it turns sour with unfamiliarity how I wish it really was the poison i had sought after.
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Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
roast turkey, butter toast
[drink me] the label is clear enough, red triple x's on proud display there is no other choice but to drink to advance to the next room and in doing so, my head above the clouds is suddenly under the table my feet are suddenly in shoes several sizes too large and I am swamped by the clothes that I had chosen for myself the drink tastes like roast turkey and butter toast. warm and familiar, reminiscent of family gatherings, happy times. all things i look into from outside the window, little match girl, little muse. the giants in the next room address me, but they don't look down; instead, look up and whisper that I am too tall for the room when in reality, I feel inferior, in all aspects the taste of warmth lingers on my lips but it turns sour with unfamiliarity how I wish it really was the poison i had sought after.
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Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
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