do it again.
The hunger, gnaws.
The minutes, crawl.
Each ventrical stalls.
And calls you to fill.
It's dryest of voids.
your senses are drilled.
Black marrow, trips.
You're nothing but twitch.
yourself into stone.
Surrounded and tucked.
Your soul stripped and sucked.
overcrowded, alone.
Swallow...
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