After a craving has been fixed,
Gone is the more of it.
Sleepless nights,
Spent fighting an appetite...
Unfulfilled until,
That crave is satisfied.
To forget it wished.
Is forgotten to forget it.
Gone...
Is the thought to want,
For more.
And the excess of it,
Begins to sicken.
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