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Sep 2019
Would my existence still be bliss
surviving via photosynthesis

Relying on the sun's bright light
and never take a single bite

Requiring like a thousand leaves
To dinner never roll my sleeves

and never once I'll lick my plate
or blissfully out loud defecate

I think I just answered my own question
It's bliss surviving via digestion
Written by
Arek  M/Adelaide
(M/Adelaide)   
60
   A Simillacrum
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