i hear clinks of porcelain
must be cereals meeting
between teeth and milk
all way down to esophagus
to giant sack of flesh
fermenting for extraction
was need for body or mind
or that feeling of emptiness
to be fulfilled is to be filled
might be sensual arousal
taste buds craving for sweets
brain calling for more nutrients
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