I feed my sorrow
I feed my sorrow spinach
I feed my sorrow eggs
I feed my sorrow sunflowers
I feed my sorrow pineapples and newspapers and trash
There is a cake rising for my sorrow
I feed it opium and I buy Scotch tape for it
I buy batteries for my sorrow
I throw coins at my sorrow
I look at it…
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soviet-child said:
your sorrow can eat my shit
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how come it looks funny
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