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That's the thing about insatiability It can't be compartmentalized It doesn't have an appointment Or even a purpose, really It is a persistent, unwelcome fog That creeps into your skull Until it smooths over every surface And dampens every thought beneath it And though some days The fog may dissipate Nothing is ever good enough Not for long, anyway
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
I. Want. More.
That's the thing about insatiability It can't be compartmentalized It doesn't have an appointment Or even a purpose, really It is a persistent, unwelcome fog That creeps into your skull Until it smooths over every surface And dampens every thought beneath it And though some days The fog may dissipate Nothing is ever good enough Not for long, anyway
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
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