100
i think i can count
to about one hundred but
i think i'll need help
just think, type, submit.
every poem is anonymous.
i don't love my life
so much as to shrink from death;
whole milk is holy.
o death, i will be
your plagues, man-killed child-- the ghost
who looks in. yes, death,
where is your sting? i
fear silent gaps where kraken
wait to devour me.
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11:36 PM
circling like birds of
prey, eager to peck out the
eyes of the weak, we
eat and talk at once.
everyone knows the price of
mistakes-- wary of
slips, we choose our words
with care, and each heartbeat pounds
like furious wings.
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12:26 PM
here, i can return
my bottles and get money
back. what a concept.
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6:01 PM