My Diary: Empathy

I had to get up early as the dinosaur train was already hurtling down the varicose veins cut into the curtains‭ (‬when I pulled my eyes across‭)‬.‭ ‬I shot out of a cannon and landed in a hair net once worn by Admiral Nelson.‭ ‬I had to stay in the fairground a relatively long time before I could go and whisper lugubrious truths to the nails driven into the Mouth Man’s walls.

Empathy

Empathy

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