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Thirsty
Contributed by
Theknak017
on
Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 03:26:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Food is ash
Water too thin
No sleep
Head ache
It's more than he can take
Back pains,
Migrains
Nothing is right
Body taking flight
Blood pumping
Senses rising
Hope is dying
Fleeing Faith
Can't Erase
His past, all demons
His future, all strife
One knife,
Eight knives
Eight lives,
A thousand tries
Nothing will satisfy
And now he preys
And still he prays
He longs for red
He's lying in his bed
Mind racing
Leg pacing
He fights
Surrendering
He is never satisfied
But so,
so,
Thirsty.
Copyright ©
Theknak017
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2005-01-11 15:26:08]
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Re: Thirsty
(User Rating: 1 )
by TaintedSoul on
Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 03:46:48 PM AEST
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This left me with several different meanings. Interesting write that speaks louder than one might think at first glance.
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Re: Thirsty
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by afterdark on
Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 05:38:31 PM AEST
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| This is not really bad..It needs more but it has a great chance to be a great poem.. |
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