My eyes are smaller than my stomach is.
That is Quite a meal for me.
I have lost my appetite lately.
The basement is where we wait for the
storm to break.
Someone os lost outside, through the rain
we hear them cry.
Deafened by the sound of the
apples falling down.
They were rottong on the ground
when the winter came around.
My bedroom feels just like a parking lot
thats been closed up for the night
asleep beneath the buzzing light.
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