I wish I could be cut up and
like daisies in the wind,
all my parts forgotten
in the winter before rain,
Snacked up by a fox's den
so red snacked ravenous,
irratatic is this pen's life.
String me up,
like sausages,
to be eaten
and forgotten.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 11:38 AM UTC
I wish I could be cut up and
like daisies in the wind,
all my parts forgotten
in the winter before rain,
Snacked up by a fox's den
so red snacked ravenous,
irratatic is this pen's life.
String me up,
like sausages,
to be eaten
and forgotten.
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