Wasteland
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.
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