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how can you love someone without craving

their insides?

is it to live to eat, or eat to live?


we figured out we’re capable of love

even when we ate foods that refused to

touch on plastic plates or when we would drink

from sippy cups. we were princesses and

picked play pretend partners, when pleasure was

pure and all we could do was live to eat.


we figured out we’re capable of love

when simply breathing the same air as them

satiated and satisfied what’s missing

according to everyone else, but i

have never felt more grown, or more complete

inside.