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It crawls within my gut,
Slithering to my throat.
The feeling is overwhelming,
Like being tossed from a boat.
It slowly consumes me,
Leaking into my veins,
It is all I think about,
I can't ignore the pains.
Suddenly I look,
And all I see is food.
From desk to pencil,
They all suit my mood.
I start gnawing and tasting,
Nothing eludes me.
For when hunger strikes,
The refrigerator will be empty.
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