farm cat
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lying in weight
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i want to be a bug
i want to fly into the light
i want to be squished between your fingers
i want a short life
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Anthills
Each two inch mound was an eye into the earth
A home for souls too young for their birth
As the ants crawled out
I killed them with my feet
At the time, anything to stop the sheep’s bleat
In a panic, they looked like tv fuzz
And to this day, I can feel their bones buzz
We share a home for which they search
within them, their pupils are filled with dirt.
I willingly repay this karmic debt
in the bed of ants, I too once slept
Always lusting over the sticky
living off the sweet and the sickly
I am able to carry twice my weight
Hoping this is the cure to my selfish state
So now while I’m still on top of the grass
I’ve learned I must walk lightly as I pass
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delusions of grandeur
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learn to wait
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innervision
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