9.10.15:

It seems I’m filling a void of hunger.

With whip creme and iced speckles of caramel.

With a lover’s kiss and tainted lips.

With a friend’s laughter. and only is it bearable.

With horror flicks and corny scripts.

With morning asanas, and I’m only a bit stable.

I don’t think it’ll end.

I think I’m forloned and have the feeling

I’m supposed to be condemned.

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