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Gale L Mccoy Jan 16
insatiable child
you are akin to a black hole
only seen when consuming

you’ve thrown yourself
to the wilds just to prove
you can beat back the wolves again

you’d open the door
to a plane in flight
just to feel the wind
on your burning flesh

you’ve gone so far
that you have to yell
to be known

— The End —