I’m not hungry
when I wake up
when I sit at the table

But I’m hungry
I’m f*cking hungry
all the rest of the time

“i want to run
i want to hide
i want to tear down the walls
that hold me inside”

hungry for neck bites and melting kisses and furry faces and dark eyes and glowing smiles
All of it at the same time

hungry for dance
hungry for rain
hungry for you
hungry for now

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