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With a voracious appetite,
You start to consume my soul.
Eating away at my convictions,
And swallowing them whole.
My hunger grows as well,
As you slate your thirst.
And you fill my emptiness,
To the point I may burst.
Copyright © Chris Ash | Year Posted 2009
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