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Unrequited.
Parched, dry in a sea of sand,
desert waves wash over me.
Sun beat days of weary heat
bring ice cold nights to hold defeat.
Such liquid pools in oasis near,
always in sight yet never here.
I reach my hand to succour's side
again salvation is denied.
Nothing in life, my thirst shall quell.
Bound in time and desert's spell.
