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I
am
that
land so
barren with
a dreary lonely
life, seeking rain to
end this strife. I am living
in nothingness. But there is
an oasis in my tear duct, fertile
spot, an emotion still left in me
keeping me alive, bringing back
my will. I now know the point,
the reason why they arrive,
them tears in my life.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
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.
I
am
that
land so
barren with
a dreary lonely
life, seeking rain to
end this strife. I am living
in nothingness. But there is
an oasis in my tear duct, fertile
spot, an emotion still left in me
keeping me alive, bringing back
my will. I now know the point,
the reason why they arrive,
them tears in my life.
A shape poem. :) Don't know if it's good. Have a good read. :D
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