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Hunger
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She's one hell of peoples, everyone
is bound to know the name of one.
You're sure to find them in the dark
or lost within another hark.
Or hear the very breath of them.
The hunger feeds on everyone.
With flowers strangled in their hair
they will take you nowhere and leave you there.
And you will never know that you have met
one of hungers gaunt disciples.
A smile could steal a heart away
or leave fulfillments ashen stare
or break your bones upon the fire
take you high and leave you lower,
than you have ever been before.
The hunger comes in many ways
but leaves each man a loser.