What stories do you feed your lovers?
The rice has been boiling,
for over a week now,
I’m waiting
You taste of an old memory,
a bowl of greens beside me
you tell me
a secret,
But the rice has been boiling
over a week now,
I’m waiting.
The starch has started
to stain my lips,
the water is turning dry,
What stories do you feed your lovers?
I’m waiting.

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