crying child
mewling baby
searching for the mothers milk
The thirst!
The thirst!
oh it pains the child so
a hunger that needs to be answered
and crying
crying because it hasn't learned to wait
the thirst seems all consuming
it makes the baby what it is
young
naive
impatient
self centered
a brat
It's hot
no really fucking hot
I've got a feeling feeling that fire feels like this
A fire that tears things apart and breaks them down
A fire that burns and rages in small spaces
And cooks
It's an evil thing that kind of hot
It's got it in for you
And me
No protection or preperation
No truce, peace or reperation
It's just fucking hot
The way you tear into me
And take me
And make it all yours
Symmetry
You're on a path like mine
but not mine
Eager to compare notes
compare thoughts
compare
It's not always this easy
It's actually quite rough
I struggle to confirm
what we both already know
Your path is not mine
but it's like mine
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