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Thirst
Walking through the desert
The sun shining disdain and contempt
In my left hand, poisoned wine.
In my right, wormwooded water.
I dash both to the ground.
They instantly evaporate to nothing.
The journey is long.
The sun inexorable.
I know I will reach the valley.
The forest will shelter me.
I'll cool my lips in the spring.
This is exactly how winter
This is exactly how winter makes me feel
Much Love
Ashley