quietly..
frOm inside his darkness
he peeks...
his head and
stumpy neck
eager tO eat...
mOre, he wants mOre!
frOm my stOmach
to my sOul
he wants mOre Of me
my mind he picks
and is instantly sick!!
full Of thOught and
heavy On emOtiOn
he still wants mOre!!!
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