The Meal

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This love hurts,
I deliver more than you supply,
You can't even afford to hurt me anymore,
You will never fulfill me,
Like I have for you by staying,
You've dosed illusions for so long,
That they no longer have emotions.

If my medicine afflicts you,
Remember who gave it to me.

©Goathico September 2023

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