empty like never before
held in a pause
waiting to harbor
and then expel
a new begining
a new chance
a new hope
in a mass of cells and breath
seeing them
stirs up dust
and creates a bitter me
for I am empty
and they are not
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would you like me to give you a pickering-jungle baby?
just say the word...
i may take you up on that :)
thanks lady.
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