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Jan 2016
Famished--
you have me.
Dehydrated from your touch,
you have drained me entirely.

Knowing not how deserted I have
placed myself deprived of relief
will you attest to my suffering?
******* my skin--
will you carry my heart like you
rattle my bones (when we kiss)
I am not mistaken
nor foolish for wanting to stay.
Zara Wolfe
Written by
Zara Wolfe  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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