Tear into my heart
Like a fresh Thanksgiving feast
My blood is your water
Refreshing for the least of these
And when you can drink no more
Look into my eyes
Watch them pour rivers
From your thirsty lies
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365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
