And when the others leave

You hand me another bottle of water

As you lay smiling, sated

As you die, dehydrated

While I stand drenched

And my heart begins to shake

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Please

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And yet I take it to make your joy

It tastes sweet like yours

It tastes bitter like mine

I give it back to you

You take a sip

And you offer it back to me

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Please

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(Dedicated to Jacqueline. Your river flows eternal in me.)