I am hungry
and thirsty too
with an appetite
for something
I don't know
what it is!
my body stands strong
but it
is also weak
because it is
made of flesh and blood
emotionally
a strong wind
is building up
ready to blow
at anytime
beautiful skies
turn ugly
when dark clouds
appear
you know the storm
is very near
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