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My second work, Hunger:

Hunger.
Seems not to die,
Never satisfied.
Though fed,
You come back for more.

Surrender.
Give yourself
To the primal mind.
As one,
Hunger you adore.

Death,
To the thoughts of old.
Betrayed,
By this modern lust.
Bereft
A spirit so cold.
Astray,
Forever it rusts.

Ember,
Of the hidden soul.
Calls you to come,
To feed its dying flame.

Auroras above, meadows below.
True consort, as am I.
But you can't see,
As hunger feeds.

Death,
To the thoughts of old.
Betrayed,
By this modern lust.
Bereft
A spirit so cold.
Astray,
Forever it rusts.
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