Hunger
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Was it the window
That she drew wide?
It was over nothing in particular
Just a breast like old wallpaper
Wanting to be stripped bare
Her shoes thick greedy
And a gravel stuck to
Seem more profound as usual
She opened the portal and
Day each day it swallows her
And a bevy of fragrant gods
Waft, bleeding her as
The rose is hungry, always
Hungry
That she drew wide?
It was over nothing in particular
Just a breast like old wallpaper
Wanting to be stripped bare
Her shoes thick greedy
And a gravel stuck to
Seem more profound as usual
She opened the portal and
Day each day it swallows her
And a bevy of fragrant gods
Waft, bleeding her as
The rose is hungry, always
Hungry
©2009 v.j.m.a.
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