By Heater Girl Lebra79@aol.com
Date: 3 May 2000
Hunger
Walking on the most delicate of egg shells whenever I share your company.
Trying so hard not to break what is impossible to keep whole.
Wondering if, or more precisely when I will faulter and your wrath shall be unleashed upon the ever accepting me.
I take each crumb, each moment you throw my way, and devour it as if it were my last.
Eager to please and make you whole, but content with the fragmented glimpses I hold.
I hunger for more, but am numb to the ever growing rumble that has taken residence inside my soul.
03/20/00
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