What is Lacking, by Lara Subscribe to rss feed for Lara

I feel empty.
Wanting.
Dried up inside a shell.

I should draw something.
Anything.
But I try to no avail.

I want desire.
Tingling.
I know I’ve felt it before.

I am hungry.
Starving.
My spirit requires more.
Posted: 2013-11-10 04:52:40 UTC

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