Thirst
Nothing to say.
Too much to say.
Pen to paper is
Like a glass to my mouth.
Sometimes I don’t realize
How thirsty I am
Until water touches my tongue.
I drink
Liquid spills all over.
I don’t care
I’ll clean it up later.
The water refreshes
My throat
Banishing dryness
Igniting a voice.
My voice.
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