hunger thrives,
he survives,
he calls upon me, tossing knives
up.
misery thorns,
over hills he rose.
he's fuelding up high
right in front of my nose.
am an addict for this
since the very first kiss
of the summer mist.
what a wonderful promise.
hunger thrives
© Copyright: Неттер Линг, 2021
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