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Hungry

I am hungry
Not hungry like a twisting pain in my gut
Or staring at a tray of frosted cakes on a pedestal
Not hungry like the rumble and grumble of my stomach as it rolls down the street
Hunger that goes much deeper
Hungry for words and movement and laughter and pain
And the way a soul can tremble
walking down the street
Voraciously hungry for the feeling of life





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