Monday, May 9, 2022

call me bloodhound

put a bounty on emotion
i'm looking for something to hunt
i need more than $1 pills 
and hugs given in half-hearted sentiment 

i'd sniff out 
the pride from making my dad smile
the chills from learning torah
the euphoria from reading that book
the heat from that guy between my legs 
the rightness from choosing the best words in the best order

call me bloodhound
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