

HydrationHydration is my nemesis Every sip of cool liquid Softens my throat Quenches my thirst Each sip of water slides Into my parched mouth And down my dry throatHydration
With each sip, a new tear is formed Hovering on my eyelid, over oblivion Sliding down my cheek, Leaving a long sorrowful trail
Each tear, finally falls With a splash into my glass
With each sip, A new tear is created With each sip An old tear is swallowed.
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Only the Dead can dance
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"Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal." [Einstein, Albert)
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