Thirst by PoetryGrrrl
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stark dismay upon departure
leads into unknows:
unfulfilled wanting, but not quite.
call it a day, or call it what you want to,
but i must remember that
i may not call it mine
and not for want, but sorrow.
and tumble up
from lofty height
then fall
to crashing earth
and crawl through
dryest desert
toward water-
i thirst,
but cannot drink.
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