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Posted to Action Poetry

and the food it tastes good
and the people taste bad
and the air is thick like
worried soup
and you want to be faceless
but your're pinned like a poster
to a wall
and everyone is looking
or maybe not
and then you are not there
and you want to be
and you can't compete with the pavlova
the meringue is too perfect
but you try
even though
you made it with your bare hands
and they compliment you
and it makes you sad and it
makes you want to cry.