There’s this existential dread That is seeping in This— Pressure building Like a shaken soda can Whispering the fizzles Of the explosion about to burst Before the whistling Of hydrogen gas escaping. I never seem to be short of advice Of how to grow up right. Each rule for perfection Wrapped up tight in contradiction. […]
the shaken soda can
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