psychollama:

accioscabior:

I’m hungry.

My stomach is singing the song of it’s people.

Far over the big fridge-freezer cold.
To cupboards deep, and pantries old.
We must avast, ere break of fast,
Eat all the things-the grumble told.

The hunger roaring on the height.
The stomach moaning in the night.
The thoughts were bread, with chocolate spread.
Our eyes like saucers glazed with light. 

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