Thirsty, my heart searched yonder and therefrom
Hungry, reckless, clueless I stumbled
into a pile of mess encompassed by flesh
and soul
Feasting my eyes on lady love, my
parched heart craved for more
Quenched on a quest for love,
Yet thirsty and sore
My parched heart fell in love, all over
again; once more.
And been quenched of thirst
My heart still remains, Parched.
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