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| photo by glitterdarkstar |
You pour lies into my waiting cup
I drink them greedily
like an addict
They go down
smooth and warm
They feed
a lack
I know they devour
as they fill
Leave a bigger hole
in my soul
This is how I exist:
empty fullness
full emptiness
Craving more
You always oblige
I hate you
I want more.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Challenge, In Other Words
