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Cash Cows

I’m morally obliged to love you,
you crawl under my skin
cut into my field of view
offer me nothing more than mortal sin
I sit here in a sober stupor… 122 more words


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I am taped to the wall
With my old-lanky legs wrestling with the bees
Eyes: gushy
Mouth: brandy
And, am I now, popping up a heaven-song? 20 more words