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May 2015
Now
The clamor
The desire etched on her face
Her throat yearning, all the way down
Her thirst is tangible,
Her nostrils flair betraying anticipation

Give it to me
Give it to me now

Please, give me a glass of water
Andrew Furst
Written by
Andrew Furst  Boston, MA
(Boston, MA)   
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