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Wounds emptied my veins Speechless, weakened Cannot get up at all Lying, waiting Only the rain can mend Dew drops come Moisten my skin Before it desiccates To be thrown away...
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
Desiccate
Wounds emptied my veins Speechless, weakened Cannot get up at all Lying, waiting Only the rain can mend Dew drops come Moisten my skin Before it desiccates To be thrown away...
Word for the day: desiccate
#love#life#dry#shrivel
Marguerite
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Marguerite
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
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