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I can't fathom what it's like to be eaten alive
Veins like vines pulsing and flooded with pesticides
That don't grow the veins, just landscape the outside
Until you're fertile with fake life
Whose roots are as flimsy as your forgotten worldview
When you are full you are eaten
When you are empty you are eaten
I'm still searching for what it is that makes us all so appetizing
To that great and cosmic Thing passing over our doors
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I'm a hopeless romantic who hopes to find romance because I'm enamored with you my darling and losing you would be like the sun collapsing in on itself and taking my world with it
YOU ARE READING
carpe diem
Poetrybrought to you from the far corners, shallow pools, and desperate depths of my mind complete
