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Dec 2015
Mangled, bony fingers, groveling
for lapping water, a dendritic rivulet
ceases its division for no one

I powder the amethysts for sand, for
only the sensation of opulence, anywise
the silver tarnishes in abundance

And what's the worst I'd ever seen
if not our maize sun ashen, drained of its
rise and incentive to foster grass
A Haya
Written by
A Haya  Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
(Riyadh, Saudi Arabia)   
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   Aeerdna and NV
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