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Mar 2017
Thirsy
Her lips cracked, eyes bloodshot and tearless.
Thirsty
She reaches for the cool liquid which was once so plentiful and feels nothing.
Thirsty
Crawling with her arms when her legs bucked beneath her from exhaustion.
Thirsty
There is a crack of thunder
Thirsty
The air has shifted
Thirsty
She looks to the sky.
Minx
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Minx  28/F/Texas
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