THIRSTY--
THIRSTY
He was close to drinking water;
Yet his mouth would open;
In his last breath, he gasp;
His mind wasn’t sober;
His soul was nonchalant;
Heart beating casually, calm relaxed unconcerned;
THIRSTY
1/12/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
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