It all tastes the same
And I don't know why.
Alive in my head,
And dead on the inside
This incompletes me
Completely- doesn't fill me
Boldly- doesn't burn me
Coldly- doesn't quench me.
And it all tastes the same.Zero familiarity,
Decent licks of vulgarity
And a thousand croaking confessions
From two desert Cows.
And I await the ticktoking dread
Long pressed on my rivering bed
Because I know it'll taste the same.
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Lights Out Kiskadee
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