Desert Place
Desert Place
Oh!
I thirst!
I can not
Even form spit!
The sun is a flame
On my skin of leather!
Hunger burns within me!
My bones are dried up
And bear no joy...
No water...
I thirst...
Oh...
deborah burch©06.03.17
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