On another fine Sunday morning,
the lamb shall run away too
hopefully, not from the top floor
the doors might open
but run, it shall for there's a limit
the week goes on
and it's okay
and it's okay.
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Human Steak
PoetryWhat is it that happens every weekday in a dysfunctional jungle? Trigger Warning: Suicide
sunday
On another fine Sunday morning,
the lamb shall run away too
hopefully, not from the top floor
the doors might open
but run, it shall for there's a limit
the week goes on
and it's okay
and it's okay.