It’s like this:
I’m starving. There is not
a single calorie left
from which I can squeeze
anything. This, I know,
is my own fault.
It has been like
this for years. I won’t deny
it. In these increments,
I have tasted this and that,
nibbled here, drank there.
But I have not truly
indulged in anything
since you.
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