Couldn’t find veracity
Amidst the voracious
An empty hunger
Gnashes its teeth at night
Squalls
Speaks in tongues
Gnaws the mind

Her shoes have become too tight
His tie never stayed just right
Neither understood exactly

Couldn’t find satisfaction
Amidst the satyrs
This hot sand thirst
stretches thin fingers
tugs deep
violating
Violent upheaval

She lost her face in the mirror
He jumped at the sound of his voice
Neither understood exactly

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