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Dec 2014
and drown in the desert
fall from eyes a dry tear and witness
the effects
that spoken words have
between mountains and winds that might be taken
in in sorrow but bless all
are not listened to
when all is golden
and so never
answered when you need help.
It is left to us
to resolve if hypocrisy
is to blame or
are acrid tears
always meant to fall
on deaf ears.
Tears are meant.

And deserts die.
The rain is wet.
wordvango
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