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Where is my mind?
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I won’t make you pancakes,
I won’t buy Nutella for you
It’s been a day of flying carpets and weather balloons
across the skies of a black moon
There is no morning and no night
inside that cupboard where you keep your knife,
no ballroom on the upper floor,
and no streaks, no taint on the panes of this perpetually revolving door
The silliest thing known to gravity
is the red thread in Ariadne’s hand
keeping it tight to her chest
so that she doesn’t go mad.
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