The hunger
How it rumbles like starvation
How it becomes focus like the jungle\
Survival of the lowest denominator
Feel like if I don’t fuck I will not survive
And then hands become loneliness
Especially when I found I could feed
On those who are just as lost
Anonymous flesh feels good against the abuse
Maybe that’s why I started telling lies
It’s the hunger
Got to feed
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