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Hunger
Just have faith, you say to me As simply as suggesting I switch to fat-free A diet pill for the insidious craving of my soul Feeding me empty calories you've learned to swallow whole Your words an equivocation to a much deeper ache Finding myself tempted by the fruit from a snake The wisdom of deities a worthy addiction Unwilling to stake roots in the topsoil of your conviction What sort of blind faith do you wish upon me, I implore Is your god afraid of me asking for more? M

Megan Ward
Mar 1, 20232 min read
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