Caleb Mohamed

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Dry cereals,
And the crunch resounds more real than reality,
And it's arid grasp seems to scatters through my body,
Like a tempest, and I'm driven to a little shake,
A sour face, for things not sour but milkless,
And a little water heralds it's incompletion.

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