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Ice cold water Hitting The driest of throats Keep it coming Filled with dread For when it will Run out.
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Sep 5, 2025
Sep 5, 2025 at 5:00 PM UTC
Quench.
Ice cold water Hitting The driest of throats Keep it coming Filled with dread For when it will Run out.
Jimmysilker
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Jimmysilker
Sep 5, 2025
Sep 5, 2025 at 5:00 PM UTC
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