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Woe pt. VI: Tic Tacs
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Extended Poetry Hunger quenches tight
In the vacant belly
Hunger trembles a dry throat
Yellowed of a yellow smell
Staled to an amber ill
And never quenched I am
Never do I consume my fill
And fulfill the quivered gaze
And quench the vacant hunger
Woe the beast but rumbles
Underneath the roaring belly
Underneath the growling brook
Hunger is a stone but buried
Underneath the underground
A stone of never-nourishment
TO replace the died off heart
Long gone from the belly dry
Quenching every quiver
Gazing every grow
