Cravings

The first time she fell pregnant, she craved pickled eggs and tortillas.

The next time, it was Tabasco and chick flicks.

The third time, fine soap shavings, the fourth, woodchip and the smell of Waterloo station.

Now she craves a lover, forgiveness, more time.  She craves life. But not hers.

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