Eating Sardines on All Hallows Eve
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Eating the Flesh of Sardines on All Hallows Eve
My thoughts are crammed like sardines
inside my cranial can.
It’s hard to tell if they aim to attack me,
back me into an early grave, or beg me
to consume them before they consume me.
There’s more to me than meets the eye.
There’s more to me than bile and blood.
My thought streams scream, turn to flood.
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