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Feeling The Hunger
From the depths of his soul
Hearing the words
Of hurt and of pain
Smelling the surrender
With a sweet fearing flame
Touching his skin
Out of love and hate
Seeing him slip
Away further and further
Through the fingers of death
Skin so deep
Pale, silky, and smooth
Love me!
Feed me!
Make my hunger fade!
Kim Hoffstatter
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