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- Poetry > SonnetThis thing really bugs the crap out of me. It's like zombies and the end of the world. Like having your mom call you a sweet pea. Like getting flattened out or unfurled. Like why does this have to happen to me? Why do I have to deal with this thing? Pounding on the walls of a box to free. On ...