orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
17 June 2016
hunger
I have known what it is
to starve; I have not
forgotten
but to be without your love
is a hunger gnawing
at my very bones
I sit here listening;
let it consume everything
inside me
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