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Strave Poems - Poems about Strave


My Soul Is Thirsty
...I took a blank sheet My soul is thirsty Writing is how I do feed Her ; since cold tears I weep Cold as ice ; yes I can them feel I tasted them ; yes because I am thirsty I picked a red pen......

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Categories: strave, body, conflict, cry, me,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry