the taste of your displeasure
pleases me.
feed me
whatever you like
i'm not
finicky
i'll come back for more
even leftovers
tho' you serve me
that same morsel
of insecurity
over and
over and
over
it doesn't matter
if you can only make
one dish
well
i'm not a picky eater
& i'll make a meal of you
yet.
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