Remember how when you encountered me for the first time
Your tongue instinctively touched the roof of your mouth
And found it in want
You were absolutely parched
You drank of me
The cup did not pass your lips
You filled yourself
Soaked me up in your entirety
Grew gills
And now you wonder why
Try as you may to relegate me, in fickleness, to past
You cannot evaporate me off your skin
Distil me from your quintessence
Siphon me out your blood
Cry me out, for heaven’s sake
I became your most quiet need
And now you are drowning in the deluge of my absence
Hydrate.
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