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May 17
My throat feels dry,
in need of the earth's springs,
and refreshing,
as it weathers away the lump in my throat,
bit by bit,
as words don't come out of me,
as my voice,
feels too cramped by emotions,
to speak

Yet somehow,
although I don't have enough water in me,
to let out the words,
that run through streams in my brain,
into cool lakes,
clear and demanding,
the words that run out of waterfalls,
rushing and flowing,
into the sea of my mind,
thinking and wandering,
or even to just scream

I somehow still have enough
to let out
raindrops from my eyes,
forming puddles on my cheek
as they become vast oceans,
drowning me
Written by
Vivian  F/Behind the screen
(F/Behind the screen)   
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