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Hungry, hungry, hatred

My heart sees, when my eyes go blind
The dreams of my people
Woven; entwined
 
Why don’t you take from me?
Wouldn’t you gain from the eating of my heart?
To know the taste of it, is to dine on love itself
To redden your teeth in it
Is to wear a smile forever
In my heart I have ample
A reserve for those of beauty
But to the ugly, Beware:
The animal crouched over it,
feeds of the finest supply.

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