Mad Cows
All the times I might,
The Seed ignores my thirsty fights
The cries echo the pact,
So, she grins like a sociopath.
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She sucks the honey so intensely,
That it smirks wickedly.
The guilt-tripping stops
The waxing gibbous starts.
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Dahlia's mind is so shaded, that heaven cannot create the page,
Her still life portrait stays the same.
What is there to ponder about Dahlia's graze?
Like how the cows eat and shit like she's crazed?
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The seed grows from my shame
She drives herself insane.
Look, the moon is full,
Write your negative thoughts, burn them, and go!
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The heavens envision a black and white canvas,
The teardrops don't drop over the gibbous,
The Seed bites its face,
Wanting what is dazed.
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The teardrops don't nurture the Seed,
She is drying out rapidly,
The tears stop flowing,
Mother Nature is the one mourning.
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What is there to say about Dahlia's graze?
Like how the cows eat and shit like she's crazed?