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I feel it in my stomach first - hollow pain that prods to be noticed there’s a dizziness, sudden need to orientate myself that ominous stain glares I have a boiled egg for breakfast shatter the shell, examine the yolk next, nausea white bites churn spat out egg is uglier than disintegrated egg planted in my pants
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Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 4:42 PM UTC
Eggs on Toast
I feel it in my stomach first - hollow pain that prods to be noticed there’s a dizziness, sudden need to orientate myself that ominous stain glares I have a boiled egg for breakfast shatter the shell, examine the yolk next, nausea white bites churn spat out egg is uglier than disintegrated egg planted in my pants
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Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 4:42 PM UTC
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