So it's stupidly hot here in Peterborough, 23 currently at 1 am. Although nothing like what Winnipeg is having thankfully
But since it's too hot to sleep I wrote a poem. It's called Consumption.
Consume.
Consume.
All you do is consume.
Full stop.
You ate everything in sight.
Tore the world apart
looking for that sweet taste.
Destroyed everything you'll need
Need tomorrow when the sun rises.
Or did you think
you could stop that too?
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