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Mirages of Men
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2003 The water envelopes your ivory hand
As you bring forth sensuous taste
To scorned lips
Abused for so long
Was the thirst that drove you
Choking on sand
Slithering to salvation
Sweet crystalline
Cool like lung-jerking mist
Battling it's way to your bones
Where it can repair and replenish
Beads of sweat
Running down your searing neck
Collapse into the wet
Feather-light floating deep down
To rest your translucent palm
On mirages of men
