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Thirst
Thirst can’t kill the drought
That drives the predator.
In the eeriness of loneliness,
Apparitions of your shouts
Drown me in a river, I’ve yet sipped
While you’re praising who’s responsible
for the drops of lust that drip
On these lands I’m ignorant
To. Battered by the benighted rich
Scenes of the terrain.
Shamed of the reflection that my intentions and actions display but
You kill the pure dreams.
You light this fire with no intentions of reverse
You set in the thoughts of your bareness
And the awareness that I’ll die of this thirst
That drives the predator.
In the eeriness of loneliness,
Apparitions of your shouts
Drown me in a river, I’ve yet sipped
While you’re praising who’s responsible
for the drops of lust that drip
On these lands I’m ignorant
To. Battered by the benighted rich
Scenes of the terrain.
Shamed of the reflection that my intentions and actions display but
You kill the pure dreams.
You light this fire with no intentions of reverse
You set in the thoughts of your bareness
And the awareness that I’ll die of this thirst
Published 1st Dec 2017
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