i spoiled it,
fed it secretly at night
and now, even at day
it wanted more
despite given enough
so it got food on its own
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Lost Fragments
PoetryAnd forever, fragile is the skin, skin whose fragments I have to find to know who I was before
Lost Fragment #2
i spoiled it,
fed it secretly at night
and now, even at day
it wanted more
despite given enough
so it got food on its own
