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Thirsty

I woke up thirsty, repentant, grief.

My lips are so dry from you

I needed poetry in my life

I feel I have lost my soul.


I woke up needy, sorry and with thousands of regrets.

I shouldn't let you go through the night

Then after there's only life to forget


It's not true that hard work is so rewarding

It's a wave concentrating all the stress.

No matter how complicated it's the program

No more data to regress


Nothing is distracting me from my thoughts.

Nothing is entertaining enough.

Nothing is feeding me in the soul.

I'm thirsty of your eyes, I'm hungry on the floor


I woke up in the darkness,

feeling that horrible  thirst,

I'm dying for you in the mornings

I'm looking for you in the sun


I needed to read some poetry,

I wanted to feel it in you

I need the water living in your eyes

I need the fountains hiding from the world


And for now, everything looks dryer in the world

This morning I'm thirsty

Last night you were finally gone.

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