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Thirsty

I remember standing out in the rain
and watching a bead
of water roll down
the slope of your nose
and holding back
when my tongue wanted
nothing more than to
taste you, to catch it before it fell.

Your face makes me thirsty
and this cup is never empty
you spill in and over the top

and I drink
and I drink

with no relief.

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