My days are all the same.
My feelings are all aflame.Tell me, is it thirst?
If I drink water,
will the fire
stop being
a part
of my
self?Tell me
what it
feeds on.Tell me
what it
eats.Tell me how
I can stop
myself
from
being
what
this
fire
needs.
-H I R A Y A.
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PoetryBetween sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!