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My Loneliness
May 23rd, 2021
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The fibres soak in a poisoned well
A free flowing river now dammed to a trickle
I mask my revulsion of what drank of this pool
The decaying corpses I can no longer stomach
Though the butchers pronounce them otherwise
I struggle to partake in this meal
Knowing how the sausage is made
Lead laced and foul
Ground from innocent flesh
Contributing to a growing sickness
A vegetarian in a carnivorous world
Neighbourly yet despised when spoken up
Not asking for forgiveness to browse and forage
Yet condescension the endeavours receive
So I take the long way around
