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  1. ## THIRST

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## THIRST
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It was thirst that killed you, with ice all around. It was thirst that killed you. Lying in your son’s future darkness. It was thirst that killed you. The time was between them. It was thirst that killed you. They sat in the light before dawn. Asphodels wait, Surrounded by a different time. It was thirst that killed you, with ice all around. It was thirst that killed you. Lying in your son’s future darkness. Travelling backwards in time to his home. Without beauty there can be no fear. You think you can walk away. Without beauty there can be no fear. There is nowhere to go. Without beauty there can be no fear. What is it about handwriting? Without beauty there can be no fear. Making it all truthful and private. Asphodels sway. She was full of anticipation and power. Without beauty there can be no fear. You think you can walk away. Without beauty there can be no fear. There is nowhere to go. You cannot walk away. Holding water. The absence of wonder. Holding water. Looking for her own fear. Holding water. He was one long night older. Holding water. “She was a real person, I was a mistake”. Holding water. The time has beaten them. Holding water. The way to see something you want to see is to stop looking for it. You are the centre of the cake … The back of his hand was a little like the weather. Polar bears swing their sad heads from side to side. The back of his hand was a little like the weather. Looking for all the lost snow. The back of his hand was a little like the weather. If you don’t think about yourself then you won’t have any problems. Asphodels fade, nature’s own criminals. The back of his hand was a little like the weather. Waiting for this man was better than being with him. The back of his hand was a little like the weather. There is no point standing there laughing. Reading through his son’s eyes. There is no point standing there laughing. A little bubble of sorrow. There is no point standing there laughing, Reading through his son’s eyes. There is no point standing there laughing. There is no point standing there laughing. There is no point … Holding water. The absence of wonder. Holding water. Looking for her own fear. Holding water. He was one long night older. Holding water. “She was a real person, I was a mistake”. Holding water. The time has beaten them. Holding water. The way to see something you want to see is to stop looking for it. You are the centre of the cake … It was thirst that killed you, with ice all around. It was thirst that killed you. Lying in your son’s future darkness. It was thirst that killed you. The time was between them. It was thirst that killed you. They sat in the light before dawn. Asphodels wait, surrounded by a different time. It was thirst that killed you, with ice all around. It was thirst that killed you, lying in your son’s future darkness. Travelling backwards in time to his home. Their lives integumentary …

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