In the silence, the hungry
pieces rush to charm,
their hour hand never waits for the super like a hunter who sees a prey
and yet, their tongues lick the corners of their lips, don’t fall.
In the complete darkness,
the pathetic pieces overcome through the weakness,
the hungry pieces shall need the food, their eyes shan’t depart from your feelings
and again don’t go far, for their voices whisper smoothly like soul in soul.
The unknown is the
time they served themselves,
their forehead rose high subsequently eating your fresh fruit, but the main
piece beats side by side to find everlasting meal, don’t be the point.
Back in silence, your
heart fails to feel the fashion it followed while ear hears,
their foot marching toward the scars and
your eye sees their mouths open for new meal.
In the light, they
manifest that,
No matter how many times you feed them, the hungry pieces shall be the hungry
pieces.
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