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January 14, 2020

I am typing this poem in a squat position I cannot sit; the tampon feels strange down there. Considering the -38 temperature condition I’d rather stay home than go anywhere. I want to go out; to the grocery buy sanitary pads and something from the bakery I wonder if those are important enough for me enough to walk outside and end the misery. This poem has nothing to do with tampons really It is the weather that has gone silly Bush fires, a volcano erupting and extreme weather People are sad, emotionally beaten; whatsoever Everything and everyone are being normal The earth will be Earth. The mortal will be mortal.

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