Wag spill
the punctured pulse of time replenishes thee
nothing but a burst balloon so many are
while i orbit around the longitudes and latitudes of he and she -
they whipped me well
i am so obsessed with 'they' compounded
that somewhere i lost i
walk i do
breathe i do
morbid existence type calls do exist
necessary pessimism is such a buzzkill
why don't you look at his stiff tail wagging
why dont you do something
why dont you laugh at his stiff tail wagging
smell spices from the broth
unteach and teach
you be better dear damned son
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