I’m scrounging, slobbering,
fingers in the dirt.
Teeth chattering
and lips blue without blood.
I’m carving a circle
around myself
to preserve my state of nature.
From outside this circle
you can have none of what’s mine.
From inside this circle life is short lived.
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wow, these have a lot of power
Quite accurate in terms of what we do when trying to fulfill our needs, our wants, our leathery death of envy and isolationism.
Works on some interesting levels actually.
Let's see more!
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