I have eaten today,

and my stomach is content

I have drank today,

I have no thirst for water

But I am starving

My skin tastes bud shriveled 

and parched as a desert 

I am like an aged parchment 

unkissed by the oily fingers

and I creak and groan as I move

threatening to rip or tear. 

I have no emotional grievance

and my spirit is somewhat at peace

but yet I burn with need

and I am sucked dry by the flame

I am a garden, with no gardener 

dry and thirsty, hungry

I am starving for humanity


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