Replenished rapids roar
as bawdy crows implore
me not to throw away
the scraps they so adore
but this is how we live
too self-consumed to give
until it’s all just gone one day
like water through a sieve.
Are You Reading Me?
Are You Reading Me?
Giving too much of ourselves,
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this is true but conventional sentiments infer that what we get in return is worth it, sometimes it is ;)
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