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Wasted on You
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The Old Stuff High five is yesterday.
Today low mein I may
partake in to
satisfy the hunger inside
my deafeningly discordant
stomach.
Churning, chasing
Fast car racing
Leaping and bounding
away from the sounding
tummy�s desires and
salivator�s salivation
All skin, no bone
Empty in the well.
Nothing to draw upon
to make my heart swell
vivaciously stumbling
away from your appetizing
face that I
never knew
One wasted piece of rubbish.
Standing at the edge
of the ledge at the
Chinese take-out.
Ravenously gluttonous
munchies from cannabis?
No�it�s from you.
The face I never knew.
