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Hunger
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HUNGER
T
he oppressive pecking
Of narcissistic ravens,
Stealing every errant crumb,
The vacancies of their gut,
Sharpen a cruel gaze,
That wastes nothing,
In this thievish alchemy,
The cheapest paste,
Transforms
To jewels.
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