18. Beaten tracks and battered roads
In the middle of summer nights like these,
I wake up abruptly to the thirst and thought of you.
I try to splurge and slurp on gallons of water
But my quench for you never seem to disappear but rather exponentiate too.
And then with an awakened and aroused body I look out through the midnight window sill,
As my soul tries to find beaten tracks and battered roads to get past the burned bridges existing between us still.
~Rithin.
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