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The Gaping Abyss

As I gaze into the gaping hole,
I'm amazed at nothingness inside.
No contents, just a quartet of shiny walls.
My hunger may be temporarily quelled,
but my bag of crisps is empty.

One handful after another,
salty goodness fills my being.
Crunching and munching,
I smile.

But as I look into the gaping abyss,
I long for more.
Can I have some more crisps please?

Damn I ate all my crisps.
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