From the first breath there grows a hunger,
Every scent, every movement has potential,
The need to consume is primal, it is survival,
Nothing can satiate the wanting,
That inbuilt driving force to partake,
To taste what others taste, do as they do,
Abstinence enhances the hunger,
The flavour for desire, whatever the proclivity,
There will be no rest, no psychological quietude,
Until what it is we seek has been devoured.
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