I'm thirsty, so I drink,
Thinking of those who will never drink again.
They have water though: falling, cascading,
Captivating.
The endless stream will ever affect millions.
It plunges but never hits the ground, only to rise up and be
Immortal.
The water I drank is gone, but
Theirs will go on forever.
The heat of the day reminds me of the scorching flames that could never extinguish
The living fire.
Those flames, the smoke, the collapse —
They took so much.
What can we do for those who died?
We can give them water.
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