lu, mildly an artist

You were starving, so I invited you to eat.
You sat and yet refused my food.
You did not touch it.
But then you said, The meat is too cold.
The bread, too hard.
The drink, bitter.
Unsatisfying.

You are starving, so I invite you to eat.
You sit and yet refuse my food.
You do not touch it.
But then you say, The meat is too cold.
The bread, too hard.
The drink, bitter.
Unsatisfying.

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