I guess Tomorrow was yours, too

Because you took it from My Hands,

How arrogant

so yesterday couldn’t fill you

and you could not be hungry, yes

How decadent

I Hope My aspiration tasted fine,

that it wet your chalky throat of silly lies

you cannibal,

you raised Me on promises. Still Unmet!

a cattle who believed in no limits.

Me: the meal


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