What we eat
As humans we feed,
On food,
Warmth,
And even each other,
We take a life,
only to use its skin,
To cover up,
Our own.
We feed on their heart,
Devour their brains,
And use their blood,
to fuel our dying bodies.
We take every part of one another,
And consume it,
Until we become,
What we have eaten.
We forever change to fit,
To our Friends
Family,
And loved ones,
For they are the ones we feed on the most.
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