Being unable to lift youBeing so rounded and so fullI sure cannot eat you wholeSo I go from piece to pieceI discard your black clothingAnd how you’re fleshy insideI take a part and lick it allAnd each next is sweeter stillBeing so big it takes some timeBut I get to the piece I saved for lastAnd like a slave I get to workEven when all the juice is goneEven when all the fruit is goneI know I am hungry stillI stay long enough to killTill what’s left has got no tasteBut still I am in no hasteFinally I have to let goI’ll not hunger for one weekAnyway I’ll be too weak.
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