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Rotting Food May or May Not Be Better Than None
stretch out across the sky
stretched out farther than even i
the clouds spread
slowly engulph the stars
then devour the moon like a warm pie on christmas
consuming my joy
consuming my night
leaving me nothing more than mists scraps in a dog dish
but i take what i can get
feeding off sorrow is better than starving
...isnt it?
