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Mary Tad Poem
hunger for love is the worst temptation,
a bitter, yearning persuasion.
many get it so easily, so sweet,
but i know sugar’s only for the weak.
love for me stings in aching grief,
with a metallic aftertaste beneath.
me, i taste the blood on my tongue
and not for a moment i wish it’d go numb.
so i learn, with each bite, to like the pain,
to savor the sorrow in every chain.
Copyright © Mary Tad | Year Posted 2025
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