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Standing in the bathroom Between the toilet and the sink As such the mirror Between the waste and stark display Afraid of my face What's more my eyes sink Sunken more than usual Their grasp of differences Between non-fiction and The fictional decays My arm is off and on again Now product of the medicine My father and his father and His father's father made In sparing no expense What's more my eyes see Dot matrix ghosted notes On patterns previously Invisible through my Corrupted nodes restored Reborn One thing though that I Should let the nurses know I can now transpose Simple items left to right On focusing my mind Earlier I made the toilet Paper jump between the Edges of the room I then successfully Subtracted and multiplied
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
Mixi Meets Her Madness
Standing in the bathroom Between the toilet and the sink As such the mirror Between the waste and stark display Afraid of my face What's more my eyes sink Sunken more than usual Their grasp of differences Between non-fiction and The fictional decays My arm is off and on again Now product of the medicine My father and his father and His father's father made In sparing no expense What's more my eyes see Dot matrix ghosted notes On patterns previously Invisible through my Corrupted nodes restored Reborn One thing though that I Should let the nurses know I can now transpose Simple items left to right On focusing my mind Earlier I made the toilet Paper jump between the Edges of the room I then successfully Subtracted and multiplied
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
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