Craning my neck: stooped harshly.
Deep inside the bowl: placed hands partially.
Turning the pressure to flow: seeking coolness.
In my Chinese house: undrinkable cruelness.
The water here: causing neshness.
Flowing slow water in Manchester: enhanced freshness.
Upstairs at the bathroom: Broom Avenue childhood.
Drinking fast to slow: glug, glug, should, would and could.
Cooler than air, fresher than fair: my share.
After teeth, before sleep: my answered prayer.
I miss that tap: we were raised together.
The tap of life: water from Lake District weather.
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