what would comfort be
without anxiety?
chocolate, if not a reward?
guilt, without a promise
to begin again,,,
or return to solace
within addictions
of who we are?
not because we deserve it,
rather, because we are honest
or fear we serve each other
broken portions of love,
in accord with brand and cost
to the reflective self,
we cannot resist
another bite
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Inspired by a true friend…
‘Terms of Affection’ Series
