at some point
might there be a bit of
inevitability
to our actions
if it's as clear as breathing
our vices
should there be
such a question of
motivation
if there is
but one thing that keeps
us moving
perhaps there is
only a certain expected
longing
unless the absence
of free will and choice
lessens love
regardless of the
quiet suffering we subject ourself
privately
and of the
things throughout the day that
alude to
times that won't
seem to lessen their hold on
memory
when everything else
in this life is made to be consumed
bite sized
could you be
the one thing that will always feel like a
feast
a gluttonous indulgence
that does nothing to lessen the
cravings within
or perhaps nothing
more than a recurring late night
muse
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