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May 2016
I don't want to be
hungry
anymore

always starving for some-
thing
to fill
the void

I'm floating like the
moon
in the great, vast
chalky black of
empty

I don't want to be
hungry,
    anymore or
floating in the
night.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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