the one with all the poetry

it was so bizarre
walking through a replica
of a space I was so used to seeing
only on a television screen —
for years and years
this space was like
a new york city fantasy world,
a sitcom reality — and to walk through it
at full scale, it was fun
and weird and trippy —
to sit on identical couches
and stroll through realistic set pieces
designed to look exactly
like the real thing
all culminating in a Central Perk
that was actually a functioning
coffee shop…

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