If I left here tomorrow
Would you even notice?
Or would you carry on
Until you could find someone else to provide my services
Someone else to confide in
Someone else to hide your secrets
Someone else to feed your appetite
For love
For lust
Or all of the above
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The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
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Oof, these hit me so hard because they were so relatable!
At least someone desires you, has an appetite for you, though I know it still seems empty.