tongue in throttle,
lips parched,
eyes in delusion of moist.
heat hovers my being
as i lie on a pavement
unable to budge a muscle.
it rained,
water flowed
till i was soaked
yet it could not quench
the groaning.
my soul,
in throttle
parched
delusional
groping
thirsty...
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