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Thank you for reading *Andrea Pike*
I've grown seasoned
to the fact that...
I’ve consulted the demons of my past desires
During a night of bloodstained tears...
I feel it in my bones
as life trickles like...
I am nothing without
whispers from the eastern...
I've slumbered in New York,
nestled within a hammock...
My heart is for giving
but my soul dies if I dont feed it first.