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Nov 2019
The feeling,
of uneasiness,
down deep,
in the pit,
of my stomach.
Like I ate,
one too many,
raw fish.
I can feel,
them swimming,
their way out,
of unsatisfied,
hunger.
Written by
Datore Fargo  30/F/Kansas
(30/F/Kansas)   
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