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Oct 2015
As the scorching air flows freely off of the tips of her hair,
She lifts her head to see the oasis that this world has become,
Her eyes gaze into the horizon of this dried up land,
Searching for a sign, a sign of beauty that hasn't been undone.
Topher
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