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from my hunger, prepare a banquet which i can only watch others consume ungratefully
from my thirst, draw forth an ocean, and salt it with silences until i cannot drink
from my desire, summon only mirages within my reach... tell me of the scenes you've played with other actors while reminding me that i am not welcome on the stage
and let my hopes be like a carrot on the end of a stick, and i the mule who follows it, too much the fool to quit the chase
you do it because you can
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