The grumbling sound of my stomach cawed
at the softness of that piece of bread;
at the lightness of that piece of bread.
The sticky chewed-up wet clump of wheat traversed
from my roughened esophagus down to my yearning stomach.
Acid solidified inside as I sparingly parsed
each of the remaining aliment.
Tomorrow, I shall not glut!
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