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Food for Thought

I crave the connection
That comes from a single source
A lonely light in the constant darkness
Which (in its solitude) starves me
Of all others

In my desperation for scraps
from a familiar table
I miss the feast in which I choose the food
And the company

Though I cannot escape the past
Which has so shaped my present
I can decide who I invite
To share my future

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