A gilded cage, bars unseen, spun of silk and desire.
More. A whisper, a gnawing, a phantom limb.
Screens flicker, a deluge of curated lives,
each a polished shard reflecting back,
a hollow echo of more.
The feast laid out, a grotesque abundance,
yet the palate remains unsated.
A hunger that stretches, a void that expands,
a bottomless pit lined with fleeting pleasures.
We...
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