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Cockroach
I survive
And sometimes that means following
The musky scent of rats
And congregating with roaches
But I stay alive
And am not entirely uncertain
I wouldn’t eat you if I had to.
And sometimes that means following
The musky scent of rats
And congregating with roaches
But I stay alive
And am not entirely uncertain
I wouldn’t eat you if I had to.
Published 16th Nov 2014
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16th Nov 2014 7:20pm
17th Nov 2014 4:25am
17th Nov 2014 3:23am
I like it. At our lowest, we find what matters, and we find what we wouldn't do without. In any case, I like this.
17th Nov 2014 4:25am
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17th Nov 2014 5:00am
This is nicely written but I hope it doesn't come down to eating people. Surviving is more than staying alive. haha Good write.
17th Nov 2014 9:43pm
17th Nov 2014 10:43pm
17th Nov 2014 4:21pm
I love the fierceness of this write survival of the fittest great ink.. with respect Crim
17th Nov 2014 9:41pm
Thank you..and that coming from a great poet. Love your stuff, Crimsin!!!
17th Nov 2014 6:13pm
17th Nov 2014 9:40pm
I prefer human flesh to Snickers. Hahaha. Jk. I actually prefer Butterfingers.
14th Jul 2015 9:10pm
If I did not know you better, I would suspect you of the city. My favorite of yours!
