
Pig to the slaughter
Morning cut from throat to gut –
Bleeding out at noon
Pig to the slaughter
Morning cut from throat to gut –
Bleeding out at noon
Hey, my love, what’s up?
~I just don’t have enough time
to give to my love~
Long form poetry-
It’s lazy to use more words
Than necessary
There isn’t a map
The heart wants what the heart wants
Let love light your way
I swear I’ll never
Eat popcorn again, I say
Every time I do
helpful suggestions
for improvement are just heard
as criticisms
It seems like you hate
Me a bit less when you like
Yourself a bit more
I can’t remember
a time where I’ve had a dream
from this perspective
looking down, I see
right at the surface, a whale
floating, peacefully
beside the whale, soon
came an old frigate type ship
carrying sailors
the sun was shining
whale only slightly shorter
than the swaying ship
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