Precipitate your thoughts to me;
Throw them down like wet clothes on a winter night.
My mind has been dry for quite some time,
Now only full of famine and sickness and plight.
I must sip from your imagination,
I must devour your brilliant mind.
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We used to share in this ocean, you and me,
Until slowly,mine disappeared.
Thirsty scholars ravaged its shores,
Drinking all that was until there was none to be.
Maybe you could have saved me,
Maybe we could have dried up together.
If only you'd stayed with me