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Day 316 – Shop Window

I’d like to think we’d all get hungry
after starving long enough
but some of us never do.

You may have been born searching,
a feigned agony of looking and fighting,
and I thought that the hunting
was a valorous career for a lifetime, but
I think you found something,
and I don’t understand what it is,
why you don’t look anymore.

Is there really reason out there
to be still? Is there something to
keep us full forever?

Am I the one gazing in a shop window
not comprehending the surrender at all?

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