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I feel as if Life has run me dry. Its vast Opportunity, my Inaction, consumed the last oasis Now they, dry bones Brittle hulls of beetles scuttle amid sameness We starve for color not dripping in red. Nothing much thrives In these hills

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Written by

ashKayeH

19 / F

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Written by

ashKayeH

19 / F

Published: Jun 30, 2019
LinesWords: 1743

Notes: Natural word poem the 3rd. June 2019
Tags: #desert #sand #dry #opportunity #uniformity #bones #beetles #nature

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