a few painful gulps with eyes clenched around
the unthinkable drought that about brings this irritable quench;
ripping acidic, a dry taste remains, and a burning bubbling boil at the pit of its stay.
a vigor, it's instant in thought and in vision, it seasons a groan and the highest ambitions,
but it drig drags downward, and whispers to us,
and mutters with tuts and godly apologies,
and a bright crimson glow that condemns across a chapped cheek.
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