that lush banquet
where we over indulge,
you never get close to anyone.
you put
out your arms
to back away from the table
and say, that's enough.
you avoid
saying how you feel.
you don't ever want
to go through that kind of
pain again.
it's a hard life,
but you manage by
living off the crumbs
of like and lust.
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