and to think, she used to believe it would get easier,
young to old, chubby to man-eater,
she cannot sense the heat or the cold,
only knows the seasons by peoples' changing faces,
they tend to hibernate when the weather is foul,
and they just seem so...
bleak
when they decide to venture out.
she proposed a commune on a glacial island,
and she ended up being the only citizen,
but its not so bad,
she makes the rules, reaps the fruits, knows the truths.
she creates the laws and abides by them too.
what else are you supposed to do?
when no one listens
and God's voice mail is full,
with more important grievances.
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