One little crocodile shrinking in her chair,
she ate cake yesterday, now allergy
destroying the reptile brain, one very
unhappy saurian without direction, inner
gyroscope lost, tired and confused,
confabulating between a Dutch document,
list of work on hand and painful flames in
her head, the flames consuming her mind
and killing her spirit, turning her into a lost
soul sinking into Purgatory…
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