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i am the new moon throwing you off course
my heart is as big as the moon, is
as rare and true as it's fullness the
moon is not made of cheese, no, but
my heart is, eaten at night when i am
asleep, by the naked mouths of mice
that live in the rafters of my home. i
don't blaspheme them with the chase
of a broom they are systematically
bringing me closer to a death i need.
as rare and true as it's fullness the
moon is not made of cheese, no, but
my heart is, eaten at night when i am
asleep, by the naked mouths of mice
that live in the rafters of my home. i
don't blaspheme them with the chase
of a broom they are systematically
bringing me closer to a death i need.
Published 30th Jul 2015
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31st Jul 2015 1:31am
Vermin do serve their purpose.
On a side note, my cheese heart would probably be provolone. I like provolone.
On a side note, my cheese heart would probably be provolone. I like provolone.
