Water
So clear in color
yet so tasteful to the tongue
When I'm parched or in dying need
of moisture
you're right there by my side
waiting to be picked up
and swallowed
Feeling it glide smoothly
down my throat
I feel like I’m on a cloud
a midstful float
Smart Water, Dasani, Voss, Fiji
so many to choose from
my mouth gets uncontrollably hydrous
Water
the aqueous taste of water
a dry mouth I will never have again
the next time you’re thirsty
Take water for a spin
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