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imagine
every dream you have
is in a vile
post-apocalyptic world
why is it
that my third grade teacher
is living inside of a bunker with me
and who the fuck
said it was okay
for me to not wear pants
this entire time
why does my voice
sound like im yelling
through an auditorium
with not a single fucking
sweaty person
inside
and where
did the fucking snakes come from
About the Creator
Michaela Delaney
Writing helps me express things I don’t know how to rid my brain of otherwise.
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