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May 2019
It sounds like a pet shop
in my head, the twitching
tongues of birds, the spinning
of rodentโ€™s wheels, the tap
of reptiles on the glass.
The animals never stop living
inside my head.
On some days it feels like chaos,
like theyโ€™re all running free,
no cages
no glass
running free inside my head
while the world burns inside it
never silent.
Anybody else ever have to extinguish a runaway train of thought?
Ed C
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Ed C  22/NYC
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