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迷途篇 Going Astray

Hunger

What can I fill up you,
huge stomach?
Exquisite delicacy,
dazzling valuables,
bewildering variety of flashlight
or marvelous admiration from mass?

A bottomless abyss
desires to be trusted.
Buzzing around of all sorts of suspicions,
grab a hint of confirmation,
and throw away in panics.

Splitting bottom heart,
and exposing minds,
whatever sincerity and passion it shows,
you are made a spectacle in the arena.

Open up the emptiness
at your last gasp
till being ruined
and buried in decayed grass.
This is a rehearsal of death.

What can I feed you up,
huge stomach?
Hollow lies
or
foul leftovers?

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