How does it
feel?
I wish I
didn’t know the answer
But here I
am
With this
coldness in my lips
With these
marble arms freezing my hips
And this
icy silence driving me home
It is not
the cab I was waiting for
It is not
the cake that I ordered
But as
people say
Hunger has
an ugly face
I got a
bite to eat for today.
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