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hung er

so, i've found
how hungry you get
when it's o-two-hundred.

not so much that you're starving,
or in need of food,
but it sure as heck feels like it.

stomach growls. on my back
in the dark and twisty turny
convulsions and hungry
twirls of my stomach.

i want pizza. just get me pizza. i want pizza.

more than food, though.
even more than pizza--
i'm hungry for love.