A poem on my craving for meat.
You are tender
You are sweet
You make me want to tend
To all your needs.
Give me a pound
Give me an ounce
This is a round
I can pounce
I love you
I hate you
Don’t leave me
I need you
Some love you
Some hate you
To nourish
Is to kill
You change
You transform
But I’ll take my chances
You’ll be the same.
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