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sausage..
On her lap I was fixing myself
forgetting societies like an infatuated
is this I, trying to satisfy whom?
No, not really, the table raised voice.
the kid and his puppy playing together
rounding and circling and whirling
resembling my early days with my mom
forgetting to eat and drink
the end without you thinking that sausage
the red, brown dark red with thick and thin
spices and chilli...
taste - hmm..
My days are gone thinking Ragie with
a cup, a full day meal and smoky milk
add a little sugar, his boy stares at him
is this for he was baptized! is this!
the sausage laughs with the table salt
the vegetables are roaring, the knives are crazy, pinching pain on the back
the wind from the mango tree comes in
speaks in hush-hush
it's sausage who is creating trouble
the trouble maker.
© mystiic
forgetting societies like an infatuated
is this I, trying to satisfy whom?
No, not really, the table raised voice.
the kid and his puppy playing together
rounding and circling and whirling
resembling my early days with my mom
forgetting to eat and drink
the end without you thinking that sausage
the red, brown dark red with thick and thin
spices and chilli...
taste - hmm..
My days are gone thinking Ragie with
a cup, a full day meal and smoky milk
add a little sugar, his boy stares at him
is this for he was baptized! is this!
the sausage laughs with the table salt
the vegetables are roaring, the knives are crazy, pinching pain on the back
the wind from the mango tree comes in
speaks in hush-hush
it's sausage who is creating trouble
the trouble maker.
© mystiic
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