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Weaning
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Missing Him I grew dependent
On your sustenance
Until your well
Grew dry and
I had to rely on
Solid foods
For my nutrients.
I spit out what
Didn’t taste like you,
Weary of
Swallowing
Unfamiliar flavors.
I had to wean myself
Away from you
To explore
Something different,
With unusual
Textures and smells
But just as savory.
