It tackles the big egg.
Its tail dissolves.
No umbilical cords.
The pill-forcer,
the laughing joker.
Swallow
the pill and
bile.
Poor life
didn’t have
a chance
to shoot the
target.
I’m selfish but
it’ll be okay now.
No more paper tears.
Which mistake
did I make
again?
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