3AM and I'm chewing those words again
That you served up so long ago.
Like cud that never quite digests
The flavor changes
poison lingers.
Like a starving child, I take what I am offered,
But accept it as a snack, not a four course meal.
As I swallow your words,
I know I will always leave the table
hungry.
That you served up so long ago.
Like cud that never quite digests
The flavor changes
poison lingers.
Like a starving child, I take what I am offered,
But accept it as a snack, not a four course meal.
As I swallow your words,
I know I will always leave the table
hungry.
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