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and eat them

and feed them

This is why I don’t get to be a unicorn

Those ponies have clotted cream and Chanel No 5 for blood

and they don’t burn up like comets

with love that tastes like starving to death

And you, with your standup cohtliness,

covering Beowulf’s greatest hits on your tin kazoo,

you can’t begin to think through

what it takes to fill up a body like this

It takes everything pretty

and everything true

and you stick yourself in a cave because

your want is bigger than you

I just want to be