The Words
I say that I live on them,
Thrive even-
On the words..
But I am fooling myself.
You see,
They devour me
Calling me back again and again,
Forever unsatisfied.
They consume me
And I like to give-
To the words on the page.
To them, I give all I can.
And still they take.
Greedily drawing from my pen
Things I did not know.
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