Satiation

I remember being what my family called 'hungry for the road' at the time I wrote this. I was very restless, but being a minor at that stage made fulfilling that need difficult. I wrote this to 'sate'.

Open gate, winding road, free of hate, rest your load.

Flaming grate, warm abode, blood to sate the hungry woad.

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