Don't know what's wrong.
It's been quite long,
Eternity.
Yet, the feeling is new,
From days a few.
All pain and the care,
And love that we shared,
Abruptly,
Vanished into the blue.
Dead. Born new.
Tonight, I run parched.
Licking for Morning Dew.
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