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I AM THE DESERT WAITING FOR RAIN I THIRST FOR YOU IT'S DRY AND HARSH THIS SEASON OF LONGING HOLDING BACK TEARS FOR LACK OF MOISTURE THE AIR IS ARID STINGS MY FACE THIS PASSION IS UNQUENCHED DYING FROM DEHYDRATION. 2000

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