Hunger
You catch it, you have no opportunity to cook it and you eat it tearing it with your hands and digging your teeth into the raw flash.
The blood is running on your lips, chin , neck, chest, arms; it is covering the clothes.
The heart is breaking looking at this sight:" Hungry!" Some people appear from somewhere and shout:"Such a cruelty!" "Hungry!" a loving heart says .
You hide yourself from the people, all covered with bird's blood. You have satisfied yourself and you don't know that it is Love itself.
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http://proza.ru/2014/01/03/1656
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