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Aug 2019
Dry
The rain falls
On thirst encroached
Dirt

It saviours it
Like my first
Drink of the day

The wet
The quench
The waiting is over

The cracks
GrowΒ Β closer again
Revitalized

My dry brain
Welcomes fluid
Along with my nerves

Its dry again
My money spent
Written by
Gary burns  53/M/Scotland
(53/M/Scotland)   
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