Drought by Haddie Brenner

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Sep 2016

Drought

All my vim is leaking,
Dripping slowly out.
Salted vitality,
Etching streaks of drought.
Leaving me barren,
Deficient of birr,
In need of my ardor,
With nothing but blur.

Written by

Haddie Brenner London

(London)

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