I guzzle it down feeling restored.
Behind the doors there are ancient roars.
Knights of the past swinging swords.
Feeding heart, desire that is triple floored.
Quenching vital spots flowing to my core.
The juice of life blowing to the shore.
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Author:
Sandbone18 (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Very good! I see warriors needing water, I see the ocean...
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