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My Own Bell Jar

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Characateurs, dear Arienette,
undulating delicately across the pages,
Oh, how young we feel, young skin,
Skin stretched across our feeble bones,
Home sweet sweet home,
Our hearts swell like two balloons,
Light, airy, blithe,
A mind so heavy feeds a stomach full,
How dismissive, so purterbed,
I've found such thoughts to reiterate,
make them leave, dismiss them please,
dismantle this bomb, destroy this wall,
find me now, show me how,
to cope without my Arienette.





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