Stale Food Poem by Dog goD 8Hate

Stale Food



Momentary demons
they do arise, too
unyielding paths...

peppered-roads to perdition
they offer no turn!
not 'til notable disputes
froth-fury
then permutate...
and to gauged rewards
that more proficient taste
portions beyond past
and... naive meals

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Dog goD 8Hate

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Grass Valley, Ca.
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