Compromise dream

Sadness is biting my ass.

I should ignore it.

I should fill this emptiness with roses.

I search for some in my bag,

but I’ve found only snails.

I put my sticky fingers in a honey pot

waiting for a sweet tooth to sprout.

I’ll try with a pink pony,

that’s a good compromise.

 

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