Dehydrated: Liquid of amity

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My heart whines as its yearns for water,
The flow of sensations to bombard it from affections of another,
Its rhythmic beat remains the same,
Because there is a dam created by mankind,
Preventing penetrations of true emotion,
The surface cracks,
It is vacant, barren, no essence willing to replenish the tissues that are now scarred,
The ventricles continue pumping,
But the pumps seem not to be working,
The pipes are far too rusted,
There needs to be a donation,
A bottle,
Given to a dehydrated being,
This was what I needed.

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