drained to the bottom.
Held me with those hands
eager to quench the thirst.
With that mouth you tasted,
every sigh --- satiated.
Each gulp you take,
wanting more,
like cocaine, like drug.
Then you were filled.
I,--- empty.
Left --- empty.
Crushed by the palm that once
held me gently.
Just like that,
A fluid to quench thirst.
Now I am no more than a can littered.
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