My thirst dies without your milk;
Hence, I pour to drink my own blood;
My hunger grows without your fruit;
Hence, I cook to eat my own flesh !
Neither I am a man nor a women,
I am the milk; blood;fruit and flesh.
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BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]www.williamsji.com
From the collection of my short poems "microthemes" by Williamsji Maveli