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Lisa 1d
Orange flowers blanket my knees
My coffee is betrayal -
not sweet enough. Bland
Daylight again,
but I am a vampire
Decomposed lettuce juice in the fridge

Other people exist - I decline
Where is the cacao bean delight?
The ocean can wait
I have my shell. It has pockets
A poem for the days you stay in your shell.
Written in my oodie, dodging the world (and the lettuce juice).

— The End —