the bridge between brains

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The wizard’s wardrobe is full of robes.

I saw the truth, then realized it eludes.

The drunk damsel just loves to groove,

bouncing her boobs to a booming tune.

I wonder what to be normal feels like.

Emotions plague me like starless night,

unphased, uncaring despite my plight.

 
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