These days,
I am owed to too many people.
Second after second,
they shred their share from my skin,
chattering as they chew.
It’s never about how good I taste,
and always about how hungry they are.
These days,
I am owed to too many people.
Second after second,
they shred their share from my skin,
chattering as they chew.
It’s never about how good I taste,
and always about how hungry they are.
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