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In sparkling eyes love conflates into each empty dinner plate I could only wish to feel the heat Of comfort at the kitchen's feet Of happiness in an empty bowl And the satisfaction of filled souls But we sit hollowed from inside out Head on to each beastly route -Emperor of feeble epiphanies Sell me each lightened efficacy And maybe then we won't stare so low From the tips of our utensils, we had honed
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Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 12:37 AM UTC
The Dining Room
In sparkling eyes love conflates into each empty dinner plate I could only wish to feel the heat Of comfort at the kitchen's feet Of happiness in an empty bowl And the satisfaction of filled souls But we sit hollowed from inside out Head on to each beastly route -Emperor of feeble epiphanies Sell me each lightened efficacy And maybe then we won't stare so low From the tips of our utensils, we had honed
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Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 12:37 AM UTC
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