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| I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. |
| Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. |
| Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day |
| I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. |
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| I hunger for your sleek laugh, |
| your hands the color of a savage harvest, |
| hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, |
| I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. |
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| I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, |
| the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, |
| I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, |
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| and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, |
| hunting for you, for your hot heart, |
| like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue. |
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