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Parched

Soul parched
like the desert floor
rumblings off in the distance

Drip...drop
could this be the storm
that breathes life back into dust?

Drip...drop
tokens of relief
sucked into desperate ground

Drip...stop
a passing tease
as clouds change their direction

Stop...stop
anguish restored
as the scorching sun snickers


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