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You’re right. I’m insatiable. I move through my days with an altered want. Never feeling whole, always wanting more. I’m hungry. I’m aching. I’m disquiet in sensibility. And I hide it so well. I’m ambiguous. I’m distraught. I’m fiery with wet imagination. I’m breathing deep trying to pull you closer. I’m a mess. Cultivated inContinue reading “I am”