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Sep 13
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chicken soup pickles bread
tea bags the list could go on confronted  by 1000 varieties of mayonnaise my head began to throb my nose bled  
the prison of freedom
the cul-de-sac of choice
do red cars really go faster and how do I stop this twitch?

through this specific lense of
prisms and pyramids

       he always checked his watch constantly like he could change time make it stop or make it loop back on itself so he could guage the day all over again

he looks like royalty
and by that I mean
his face was flat like he was squashed on a coin

one eye
cyclops
a telescope
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