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Fuel
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poems Give me something to fuel this craving
I lay to rest
A ragged wretch
Half ripped off flesh is flailing
Her body is worn
Unclean and unkept
Take away from me my words of hurt
Cease fire now
I am finished fighting
Replace the bad with signs of change
She is banished
I threw her out
There is just me that fills this shell
Maybe my child
You are wrong
I battle on for as long as you shall live
Why so suprised?
You could at least be welcoming
You and me, would we really risk it all?
