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You fed me your breath-we both wanted more
I ate your ghost, burned your soul to the quick
All that you were, bitten down to the core
Greed, greed, greed, of course I made myself sick

Of You! My intestines loved to bursting,
Bed bound, the sheets wrapped fast around us kept
But you'd wake me, when my bed sores started hurting,
Out from dreams which for only myself I slept

What we were doing: overindulging
You to I, I-you, both emptied from us
Poison drunk, my own feet no longer holding
Our worst trait, an implicit consensus

Betraying ourselves to not be lonely
I cannot stand and you cannot hold me

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