What does it feel like?
What does it look like?
When you pour yourself
Through the keyhole?
Come on, Alice, fit!
But, no one can tell you
Anything but their own experience.
Maybe it will sound the same,
Or similar to, your own,
But hey! It’s only real
When it’s your feathers getting plucked.
Empathy’s nice, but it’s no substitute
For what’s real.
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