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Cocktail Sauce
Eat my heart out
with a shrimp fork
it's tiny like that,
I must warn you though
once you cut through the
rough exterior,
you will have to feel around
and really look because it
hides in the darkness,
(okay maybe it doesn't hide
but it definitely lurks)
you wont feel it beating
it does not need to,
I'm kind of like
the veal of the heart world,
from the moment it was born
I ripped it away from myself
locking it in a small cage
never letting the love touch it,
it's going to be tender at first
but that's where the similarities end
and perhaps where the real ugliness starts.
with a shrimp fork
it's tiny like that,
I must warn you though
once you cut through the
rough exterior,
you will have to feel around
and really look because it
hides in the darkness,
(okay maybe it doesn't hide
but it definitely lurks)
you wont feel it beating
it does not need to,
I'm kind of like
the veal of the heart world,
from the moment it was born
I ripped it away from myself
locking it in a small cage
never letting the love touch it,
it's going to be tender at first
but that's where the similarities end
and perhaps where the real ugliness starts.
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