Feed Me

I miss you, dear, l miss you.

You are everything.

I see your lips, hear no words.

Your mind is my whole delight.

No, half; your body.

I want your thoughts and your flesh.

You know that l am starving.

Why? You love torture.

Feed me love; feed me, feed me!

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