walk the dinosaur

 

i am without form

void for wanting you

primoidial i cannot seem to pull myself

from the ooze i have created

of you and i

you are the meteor that crashes

the crater it creates

the eternal winter that dystroys the dinosaur

within me

little t rex hands flailing i freeze deep

down in the tar pit i have created

temporal and frontal lobes burning

yearning to be set free from this prehysterical

monotony i have created

seem to dwell within

you have been my home for so long

i am not ready to leave

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