Oh mother gracious!
What is this?

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I once had bliss!
But now?

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Ah, spit. Spit!

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You were like a dish set up on a table.
One that was meant to not be taste by me!

But oh dear goodness gracious!

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Please. Spit. Spit!

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for years,
I hungered for a little bite of you.
I indulged, and now,
Just look at me!

I am round like a circle
Circling the table
Biting
more
And
more
Of
You


I want to finish you till the last bite
but I also want for you to last forever more!

I want to be filled by you everyday,
But I don't want to ever feel completely full!


It's just that you are like this!
Some dish!


And now, all I want to do is

Spit. Spit!

Oh Nay!

I just want to eat.