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Gin-fueled hunger struck I stumbled to the kitchen Fumbling for satisfaction Yet found myself ********* utensils instead Peripheral glimmer seized me I separated chef knife From stone block With righteous appetite Like King Arthur Oh, how I pictured What it might be like To plunge steel beast Through hollow stomach Tempt it to twist and saunter Through tired spine Would I feel pain Succeeding shock? Or would my skin sigh relief Delighted to release Pressure seething beneath? I am still hungry
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
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Gin-fueled hunger struck I stumbled to the kitchen Fumbling for satisfaction Yet found myself ********* utensils instead Peripheral glimmer seized me I separated chef knife From stone block With righteous appetite Like King Arthur Oh, how I pictured What it might be like To plunge steel beast Through hollow stomach Tempt it to twist and saunter Through tired spine Would I feel pain Succeeding shock? Or would my skin sigh relief Delighted to release Pressure seething beneath? I am still hungry
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
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