ToxinA Poem by In Em's Wonderland
Dense pill of white medicine
stirring in your organs. Silent figures in white suits insist toxin would promote changes to my thinking. To keep the brains in or it'll be the end of certain things. At night is worst when I look at nothing with my eyes shut tight. Almost all of life is floating. In time the working mind knows only itself. Why do I only hear such unnatural things?
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1 Review Added on May 20, 2025 Last Updated on May 20, 2025 AuthorIn Em's WonderlandMadison, WIAboutWelcome earthlings to my Wonderland! The name is Svetlana (or Emily) and beginning a new profile on here--old one was I Am Svetlana-- due to never having inspiration for posting on it, plus having .. more.. |

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