my body craves
fulfillment
with each step
my hollow shell
echoes
most fill themselves
with love
and happiness
but my reserves
have gone dry
before I know it
I’m stuffing my face
more, more
don’t stop now!
My stomach grows
my teeth crumble
my limbs shake
but I cannot be fulfilled
until my body gets what it
craves
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 8:34 PM UTC
my body craves
fulfillment
with each step
my hollow shell
echoes
most fill themselves
with love
and happiness
but my reserves
have gone dry
before I know it
I’m stuffing my face
more, more
don’t stop now!
My stomach grows
my teeth crumble
my limbs shake
but I cannot be fulfilled
until my body gets what it
craves
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