aoEAF2FBvC0MIo2Q 3,676 September 30, 2014 Share September 30, 2014 Every once in a blue moon I feel like pouring myself in rhymes. So here you go. Cravings These cravings, they reach for my soul These cravings, they want to be heard A hunger previously unfelt Unfulfilled, it feeds on what is left A thirst quenched not by water Only by the feeling that something was altered. This thirst, can it be quenched? In pursuit, in agony I shall be drenched. A hunger previously unfelt Unfulfilled, it feeds on what is left Of body of mind, all is fair game Remnants of the spirit, all the same Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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