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When I remember the taste of old I’m stricken with grief,

because it terrifies me.

I’m not terrified because I like it,

I’m terrified because you don’t.

I’ve forgotten the savory inclination to hunger.

Stir up my universe,

so I can long after your grandeur.

Affliction latches me to your mind.

I’m going to suffer either way.

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Authors Note:

A poem about overcoming temptation.