What a rapscallion who teases me
The food, it bores me beyond all belief
What a silly infatuation, flies
They bring me to a feral state of mind
Once they usurp my thoughts I lose my woe
This incandescent love pulls me closer
My hunger is a paragon of life
So juxtapose this color with the white
The dichotomy of flies and bleached bones
Oh well, my cadence means it's time to grow
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This is really good :). Nice use of vocabulary! haha. buut I kind of like how this can have a literal or even figurative meaning depending on how you want to look at it.
Did you mean to use like every vocab word we had in English class at one point? Other than that I enjoy this.
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