End of the Drought

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She was the beginning of me

the warmth that conflicted with

my winter's frost

the cold, bitter capsule

that refused to open

unless proper use of

handling the perfect imperfections

were to be executed

with a honey coated touch

peripherals that can see

through my nation

which becomes our universe

arms that embrace and encase

all of my glory

legs that will part

and reveal an extraordinary gem

that many men failed to earn

in a lifetime

heart that races through

unconditional traffic

knowing that every destination

will lead to your fulfillment

feet that will glide

and dance upon the

hardwood chambers of my soul

for now till

my cup runeth over



I'm forever thirsty.

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