#venison - Hello Poetry

Deer. All they care about is ******* fighting, and eating. Just like you Pretend humans. Deer.

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Sep 20, 2019

Sep 20, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC

LIONKING

Deer

Deer. All they care about is ******* fighting, and eating. Just like you Pretend humans. Deer.

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I’ve never been so cold While lying next to you I’ve lost that hand to hold You watch my skin turn deathly blue I am the venison Left unwanted after the hunt Still warm, sensitive Dying in the cold front I only wish I freeze peaceful The snow covers me white My death comes so blissful As the moon overtakes the night The hunters have left to kiss their women Hug their kids and sleep soundly While my decayed body is unwritten And my spirit is ungrounded Doe of the night, Wisting away in the wind The soul of The Taken takes flight And finds his own ending

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Nov 14, 2018

Nov 14, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC

Snakeskin

venison

I’ve never been so cold While lying next to you I’ve lost that hand to hold You watch my skin turn deathly blue I am the venison Left unwanted after the hunt Still warm, sensitive Dying in the cold front I only wish I freeze peaceful The snow covers me white My death comes so blissful As the moon overtakes the night The hunters have left to kiss their women Hug their kids and sleep soundly While my decayed body is unwritten And my spirit is ungrounded Doe of the night, Wisting away in the wind The soul of The Taken takes flight And finds his own ending

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Alas, poor venison salami, I knew ye well! You were a dear, dear friend But then you met your sorry end at my fair cat’s royal command I'll sing a dirge & sound the Bell I'll tip my hat & say farewell to your sweet, succulent delight may we ne’er lose it out of sight.

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May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC

dreams-of-sepia

Ode to a Venison Salami

Alas, poor venison salami, I knew ye well! You were a dear, dear friend But then you met your sorry end at my fair cat’s royal command I'll sing a dirge & sound the Bell I'll tip my hat & say farewell to your sweet, succulent delight may we ne’er lose it out of sight.

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