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Jul 12
At breakfast,
my family politely
asks, that I
gather my thoughts
so by lunch,
they can politely
pick them apart

Dinner is take out
since by then, they have
exhausted their insult quota
and there is no longer a reason
to conversate
or rather, talk that makes us feel small
That which we do to ourselves
SCHEDAR
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