Internally parched
craving quenching and slaking.
Eternally dry.
By me, but not me.
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I can feel the longing in your words.
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No, Patois, not you.
I know that's how you feel, just
not complain this day.
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That desire and drive can be torment.
That's how I feel about Sean Connery. *Sigh*
Such imagery! I didn't just read the words, I felt them.
Seems like the thirst is getting the better of us!
its good to imagine such thirst, but not to have it!
Nice escape!
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