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Sunday
When there's nothing left to eat
We eat ourselves.
This thought just popped into my head
I'm still trying to work out what I just said.
We eat ourselves.
This thought just popped into my head
I'm still trying to work out what I just said.
Published 16th Nov 2024
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16th Nov 2024 11:57pm
17th Nov 2024 1:38am
It's from falling apart completely and only putting some of the things back in....
anger gone, jealousy gone,hate gone,greed gone....lust is putting up a determined fight.
anger gone, jealousy gone,hate gone,greed gone....lust is putting up a determined fight.
18th Nov 2024 11:02pm
20th Nov 2024 00:05am
Some have eaten themselves and enjoy the pain they create on others..Great poem
