![]() ![]() Like men at sea deprived of fresh fruit, they will wither in their deficiencies, weak and perpetually empty, because the new hunger is a lonely monster. Dead who don’t hunt will never quite be satisfied. ![]() By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans. A gap so wide my feelings can’t cross it. ![]()
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