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Apr 2013
Even the carpet is woozy from my pacing
up and down the locker bay conveyor belt.
I was already woozy, when I woke up.
Was it cloudy,
or sunny?
Just in between,
stuck, like an awkward dream.
It tasted like rotten eggs
and artificial bacon.
Then, it tasted like *****
and cool hard stares.
Lilyy
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Lilyy  In between
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