The dust in my throat,
like a broken glass or sandpaper coat,
demanded I should drink,
very cool and smooth I should think,
so I scattered to find a place to pacify my throat.
I found the water,
but it felt burning and hotter
than what I felt I needed,
so I knelled and pleaded
for a bit of cool water.
But nothing happened and now I sing
as if I have smoked for years.
So I just decided to start anyway.
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