Poem 47|Hunger

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Hunger

What I want is what I get,
Desire it. Deserve it. Keep it.
Wait a little? Of course, I could...
But my patience isn't for forever.
As long as I live--I won't stop starving.
Only in death., my insides would stop growing.
Don't disappoint me.
Fill me, be my everything.

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