Only Gaze A Little While

“The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own.” -M. Oliver

Mianamia memories

I hide within my great disguises

Always shifting shapes and sizes

Shrinking when the hungers born

Bones and soul, my purest form

Always starving, telling lies

She hides within and never dies.
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