"WATER"
Colorless yet smooth and warm,
Pouring down your tirsty heart,
May not live together in one goal,
But your last breath will be his first;
Some may care for your distress,
Cure your wounds and make it less
Untill the water becomes your blood,
Fixing the damage and pushing you up;
But water will always be water,
Giving them color is undesirable,
Blood may contain some of water,
But it can never connect your hearts, forever.
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