I am hungry for closeness, emotional and physical. I am hungry, but it’s OK. This is a lean time, a time to fast. I subsist on the breadcrumbs I pick here and there.
And here you show up with what appears like food. It smells nice. It looks nice. It’s so close, I can feel the warmth and can’t resist taking a bite: it’s tasty.
But I know it’s poison. And you know that, too. How can you not?
Love letters understated 
Bitter
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a little bit 🙂
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It has become apparent to me that perhaps I shouldn’t be commenting on posts at 3 a.m. it seems to be the equivalent of drunk blogging – I had to click back to reread your post and my stupid singular reply. Sorry 😕I quite liked your analogy.😊
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This is beautifully dark and i love this 🙂
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