(circa Spring 2000)
Like the dance of feeding wolves,
is full of paradoxical rules.
Life’s salvation lies deep within,
its pleasure arises from the skin.
Born into a family and you die alone,
in a box they’ll place your bones.
Like sharks in a feeding frenzy,
or the busy street of a city.
By finding love you can avoid its pain
or by putting a bullet through your brain.
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