Hungry
Meals linger in a bowl of filth
Darkness does not shine on this
Lips parted to please my love
My hate of subsidence does stay
But returns once the food does lay
How do I finally congest
The end all of my obsession
With shadows that do not follow
My legs parted do so graze
Contorted image will not be a phase
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