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Jul 2018
After a long day
I am very thirsty
Very eager
for liquid
I open the package with a knife,
and watch eagerly as the deliciousness dribbles down
Sometimes licking up the excess,
often simply wiping it up with a wipe.
The first dribbles are no good at all.

I open the rest o the packaged water with my knife,
starting a bit when I apply too much pressure,
and the liquid begins to gush.
But I love it,
how the bright, shiny liquid runs down the side of the package
It is so warm, so wet, so delicious.
I simply cannot get enough of the feeling of my blood dripping down my arms as my own knife hovers above my outstretched limb.
Is there anything I can say?
Written by
Tana F Bridgers  24/F/United states
(24/F/United states)   
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