Hunger
Lost, alone, and poor she cries
hunger comes like a beast consumes
she begs for him to notice, but he just stares
she begins to think that no one even cares.
Hunger comes again she begs
die in the night so she can make amends
late in the day she goes
on the lake she lies
if she will ever leave,
no one knows.
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