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May 2023
Thirsty
He gives me a sip
From which I produce a flood
Run dry soon
And parched
Waiting for rain
Again
I suppose the dry times would be worse
If he knew how much I thirst
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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