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sometimes I wonder

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Sometimes I wonder
What it feels like
To be an inanimate object
Do they dream when humans sleep
Do they ponder mysteries of the deep
Do they fall apart from a broken heart
Do they write poetry for monthly projects
Do their heads hurt from migraines
Do their legs throb from excruciating pain
Do the spider veins cause them to consider surgery
Do their eyebrows quirk in a moment of whimsy
Sometimes I wonder
What it feels like
To be an inanimate object
Because sometimes I feel like I am.
love, peace, and adobo grease, Guilliean
love, peace, and adobo grease, Guilliean

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