I burn to be consumed, I ache to be exhumed
Inside I hold the sunrise you've coaxed out of me too soon
The push and pull is too much for my w(e)ary head to weather
My thirst- to be free as the breeze, My hunger- a sturdy tether
Sunday, December 26, 2010
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