Uncooked – poem

Zoe wynn

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Faulty personalities lurk in the halls dramatic play performance laughter over smiley smiles personal space is no more silence is loud but the loud gets louder immature jokes sinister satire being alone and quiet makes your thoughts consume you but overly smiley smiles and the overbearing people do not mix with my recipe. My cake is no longer baking, too many egg shells too many negative annoyance involved. Trying to make it out the oven a beautiful golden brown be positive free of my mind. I am undercooked…