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Jun 2010
I shall not satisfy my hunger

As I curl into fetal position
on yet another deserted bed
darling
I can not touch you
I can not reach so far
You are safe now

So,
was I

But the child keens in the distance
for more than enough reasons
while you eat
out

I shall not satisfy my hunger.
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