Unquenchable Desire

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You feed bottomless pits;

your nourishment seemingly

spills out from underneath.



You stretch yourself so thin;

we become insatiable beggars,

not satisfied with mere morsels.



You have control over us;

we always return for seconds,

craving more and more of you.



You get us to chase after your

forbidden fruit, oblivious to

how fruitless our pursuit is.



You are just a perversion,

a fantasy disguised as need;

sustainment is a fallacy.

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