his thirsty ambitionA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
I miss him so much.
(Like a sickness misses healing a child misses their imaginary friend) My heavy eyes dream of him, (and his sarcastic tyranny his rain cloud voice his thirsty ambitions) with every lie he ever told me until the day I die. © 2013 Sarah McKeever HittReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 9, 2013 Last Updated on January 9, 2013 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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