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Mar 2013
water is scarce
the          smallest
      droplets
keeps              me­
       alive,
but you stand over me
-
you're the one,
who cut my life short,
the person who held the hose
so that no water would fall
into my dry hands that begged to be moistened
I thought about children who have no water in this poem.
I'm 13. Feedback appreciated. Do not steal.
Dana Carolina
Written by
Dana Carolina  England
(England)   
437
   MKJ and Nicole
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