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there is a hunger 

often associated with pain

that you feel 

when you look at someone 

you used to love and enjoyed 

loving and want 

to love again

though you know you can't 

that gnaws at you

as steadily as a mosquito 

some michigan summer

churning his wings

through your window screen

because the real world 

says you are a strong woman

and anyway he never thought you'd really miss him