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"cannabalistic" poems
So lost... No finding me now! I could have yelled. I could have kicked and screamed until you noticed, but you were in a conversation and seemed focused. You haven't told me to value myself, just to mind my manners. Minding matters is exactly what i shall do. Im practicing table etiquette in the desert, shaking hands with cannabalistic tribe members. I'm practicing addition while managing malnutrition. Im practicing dance moves while they're planning my extradition. I wouldve lived, but I know I'd draw attention, so I mind my manners and head alone in the other direction.
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
In A Sea of Words