Without Love



Without Love




Why Must We Suffer


In The Vast Marketplace ?



All the questions that grow


In our fur-tile minds


Could be answered


One at a time .


We could bring


What has been growing

In our separate gardens.

If I can have some of yours

You can have some of mine .

You can't miss

With your canned bliss

And I will take some of that

Under the table

If you do want to give it .

It's kinda better that way

All comin' from our separate

Secret gardens .








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2:22 PM

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