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Dried Rain

Dried Rain David J Walker For the most part We lived on air and Dried rain And the dried pain in the in between Times of rain Blown about by Pentagram clouds drawn By the hot south winds Morphing into storms over Someone else’s lands The dry rain holds a wake For the lives clinging to dust

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