I am afraid one of you
Will leave Battle Earth
Before me
My little heart
A lemon
Woe
Thoughts of abandoning
Either
To carry me
Empty
Through onions
To the lake
Divot
Precious moss
Whoa
I sit here
I am a cat lounging
Waiting on laundry
Saying to myself
I refuse to put everything
Into the casserole
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