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Aug 2022
The solution:
Electrocution.
I want my tukey fried.

The evolution:
Resolution.
I think I almost tried.

The conclusion:
Absolution.
I guess I haven't died.

From confusion
To inclusion
With those to whom I'm tied.
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 41.
Filomena
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Filomena  24/F/Pennsylvania
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