The man was still walking
On the sun-drenched asphalt.
Inside his empty belly,
Was a torturous hunger;
A hunger which dizzied him;
A hunger which knew no bounds,
Painfully penetrating into its victim’s body.
He still walked
In search of a place,
Where he no longer has to excruciatingly hear
The stifled shrieks of hunger.
But hunger finally sapped him of his strength
There he lay, forsaken
On the heated asphalt
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