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They are some of many billions Some do walk-ins, some do sit-ins One eats plenty, enough for four One is but a raw, empty core
Chill cinnamon rolls and cherry pie go down until I feel ill At a plastic table my siblings are resolute Crusts of fresh white bread crack of the cue ball in another room
You do not know how hard I struggled to stay on. Electrons, so small, so strong, like muscles bursting to hang on; words and thirsts that felt wrong, but let me feel I belong. I will not let go.