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End of the Drought
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Love Jones 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.
