Thirsty
You were a mirage
A wish, a desire to hold but it ran through my fingers like sand.
Compelled forward in the desert, desperate to quench my hearts thirst.
There you shimmer just out of my reach
Here I trod, entranced by your visage that beckons and eludes at the same time.
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