Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves--
Henry David Thoreau
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Hunger
My thoughts roam
wild and willful across your Serengeti. They crouch and creep hungry for you. Camouflaged and cool night hot and haunted day they prae. My thoughts are hunting you. Licking their chops dying to consume you
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