I’m Starving
Absence of self love
If only it would cling like the fuzz
Filling the void
An emptiness no longer
The coldness of the pit within
It cries a groggy “empty”
With the name tag “full”
How can something like that be?
Food is just a substance
That fills a physical void
But love is a filling substance
That is no where near my guts
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