We breed our beasts
with ample flesh
so all our feasts
expand our waste
as meat that fresh
insists we taste;
each unctuous bite
we choose to take
dispels delight
when shrinkage cuts
away the ache
of missing guts.
Are You Reading Me?
Are You Reading Me?
wow..words just fail to describe your beautiful creations
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Hi SP, will do, thanks for stopping by and your kind words.
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