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Hunger
Take a knife,
make a hole,
let desire
take it's toll.
Pretty words
melt like snow
filling all
the space below.
Shove it down
her hungry throat.
For all I know
it's not your fault.
make a hole,
let desire
take it's toll.
Pretty words
melt like snow
filling all
the space below.
Shove it down
her hungry throat.
For all I know
it's not your fault.
Published 10th Sep 2024
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