I don’t know what it means to be

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I don’t know what it means to be
A steak dinner.
I don’t know what it feels like to be
In a microwave oven.
I can’t even begin to fathom
The depths of your heart
But I still
Plan to eat you
Alive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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