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I could swallow the world
And never get my fill
But I never know how to write what I’m thinking

I lay here tonight, devoured
Tomorrow, I will devour
Quietly

After tomorrow there will be another
And another after that
And after that, another

Still, I’ll quietly eat

I listen to music sometimes
And sometimes to the sound of the waves crashing on the shoreline
I like to think about the waves that I hear as merely the tips of larger waves in a seemingly infinite sea of mathematically perfect swells
Sometimes the sound of a fire crackling heals all of my wounds
Sometimes I just need to hear your voice because the one inside my head feels lonely
Sometimes when I listen to music, I can’t help but dance

Still, I quietly devour this world  bit by bit
In the short time within which I am able

I can’t keep the stars from twinkling
No matter how hard I try
But it’s okay, because I won’t try

No matter how many times I shovel  the same piece of ground
I will not bore

Quietly, I’ll eat

If I feel full, it won’t last
Eating is an endless cycle
Not a dangerous habit

As long as I live, I’ll go on eating
Quietly

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