and then there is the hunger that settles in the pit of my stomach
but the grumbles don't make me eat, it is the taste that makes me desire.
i go days without eating
i go days without starving
i go days where i wonder
what the hell i am doing
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stars • poetry
Poetry{stars} "she was carried to land from the stars up above where heavenly angels learn about love and although she was grateful her wings began growing a dark faded color that was in its last brewing she had turned on the good and made peace with the...
