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The mouse in my brain who controls all the switches Sits back on its haunches to wait for its pill. It swallows it down and then blinks as it misses Whatever it was that had first made it ill.
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Oct 8, 2022
Oct 8, 2022 at 1:02 AM UTC
The mouse
The mouse in my brain who controls all the switches Sits back on its haunches to wait for its pill. It swallows it down and then blinks as it misses Whatever it was that had first made it ill.
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Oct 8, 2022
Oct 8, 2022 at 1:02 AM UTC
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