Cold Cuts

Ignorant the dark signs
We feast on cold cuts
Off our slaughtered
Golden calf
In celebration of
Our stillborn child of destiny —
Tomorrow be damned.
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Posted on April 25, 2021 7:09 pm by WORDED.ART Comment

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