Just as you think it couldn't get worst
you're not the first, not the first
to be drying out, left out for dying
it's the thirst, the thirst
which makes you quench
the thirst and when you
dry to comprehend
the thirst not giving in
not giving up….
that never ending
not understanding. M
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I would like to translate this poem