I Hunger

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I hunger for things that have a soul
If you have one, I will eat you…

I know a woman
who, in order to breathe, writes a line or two
of poetry

I also know a man
who dances, naked
in moonlight
with the ghost
of his beloved

I ate them.

I hunger for things that have a soul
and I am starving

Because when I show
the world
a beautiful
red rose

they only

the thorns.

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