Hunger
The hunger
It eats me from within
I scent my prey on the wind
I must not give in
To the hunger
I vowed
I cannot break my vow
The scent drives me mad
I feel my insides clench with
Anticipation
Of the upcoming feast
Just once more
Once will not hurt
Then
Then I will keep my vow
Hunger
Is no more
It is
Satiated
For now.
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