Some people
fill me with soda pop
excitement;
my heart
is on a pogo stick.
Other people
make my brain feel
like a futon;
my ideas are drowning
in glue.
Alone,
I am still a mystery
to me.
Some people
fill me with soda pop
excitement;
my heart
is on a pogo stick.
Other people
make my brain feel
like a futon;
my ideas are drowning
in glue.
Alone,
I am still a mystery
to me.
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