Another residency writing

Who knows when it will end.

You filled your mouth with sorrow.

You did not think of it when you swallowed it.

Then, today, you were swallowing anger, which was harder on
the digestive tract.

Who knows when it will end.

This was your first meal, this was your last.

You did not think of it when you swallowed it.

Under the pancakes, more grief.

Envy goes down particularly quickly, along with wondrous
joy!

Who knows when it will end.

You did not think of it when you swallowed it.

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