to set your blood humming in your recalcitrant veins.
and tomorrow will remind you of the pain of loss,
because that's what it means.
You may have only a tiny sip of relief.
Of this luminescent, sparkling relief,
to slake your thirst, a sip
and then no more.
Tomorrow looks you in the face and turns away.
It has no sympathy for your thirst.
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