Cookie Monster

April 12, 2016

Here we are all alone

Like the last cookie in the jar

I need you like I need my bones

Especially when civilaztion is afar

You sugary insides and crunchy exterior

Without you, life cant be much scarier

Stranded or not, I crave your touch

Breakfast, dinner, and even lunch

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