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Red pill, blue pill

Red pill,

blue pill.

You’re not meant to swallow a pill that’s already been down a strangers throat,

but I’ve never been one for instructions.

It’s more fun when you’re not meant to.

It’s more fun when it’s not yours.

It’s more fun when the pills fight, fists disguised behind gritted teeth, over who is to be swallowed first.

I think I’ll swallow both at once,

and before they have reached the pit of my stomach,

stick two fingers down my throat.

It’s more fun when it’s not real.

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