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Thirst

Thirst

 My sleeping partner cruelly nudges me out of calm
Eyes open the hunger and thirst rises like a roar
Going through the motions like a lobotimised lab rat
Waiting for the cheese to drop
Chasing the clock, chasing the clock, tick tick tock
I need to quench this thirst
I know what I need
My circulation is poor, poor from the dead veins of tedium
I’ve lost the thrill to live
The surprise just doesn't anymore
On the bus the tree branches like crooked withered old fingers
Point the way, tormenting me, I work to live not the other way around
Tormented by all the exit signs I see
On my way to boredville again
The thirst is drying me out, drop by drop, minute by minute, second by second 

 V Topp

 https://www.amazon.co.uk/Drinking-Sane-Water-Vincent-Topp-ebook/dp/B01NBX7TS9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid

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