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Hungers Scorn
I fold like a sheet of paper,
I crumble in your embrace
I tremble in your presence
how time can not erase.
You're my sense of being,
the longing that I feel
a hunger deep and seething
of a need that is surreal.
Every ache is painful,
how could you even doubt
without you, it hurts me
inside I scream and shout.
A line of desperation,
a plea upon my lips
rants of a woman mad
I drink you sip by sip.
Will you let me hold you,
calm this ache in me
the hungry raging monster
that wants to be set free?
Copyright ©
Jessica Thompson
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