monster

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hunger hurts, —
especially the hunger for love
(yours…)

i tried even
some courier platforms, —
(you weren't on their menus)

and i feel as if this longing
(for you), it metamorphosed…
(into a monster)

(like a parasite, jumbles me…)
lord how i'd wish
this burning gets into you, too

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