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If you have one, I will eat you...
I know a woman
who, in order to breathe,
writes a line or two
of poetry
I also know a man
who dances, naked
in moonlight
with the ghost
of his beloved
I ate them.
I hunger for things that have a soul
and I am starving
Because when I show
the world
a beautiful
red rose
they only
see
the thorns.