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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Sunday, 29 June 2014

Breaking my thirst

I'll sink my jaws in sand,
so it can absorb the urges-
that cause me to drool like a dog,
pant like a hyena and if this fails,

I shall seek an oasis in desert.
read me clear; not anymore; 
a mirage of hopeless dreams;
ayeh, a pond of deserted water.

And in this elixir,
I shall dip myself like seed,
and sprout anew like cactus,
with thorn like epidermis.

And I shall have no need to quench lust. 

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