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Jun 2010
Save me from this blazing desert afar
the drought is worse on my tongue; verses land
feeling parched
forms a scar
The only sip for miles is in my own head,
a thirst for thoughts
I can't grasp whats real,
and everywhere I look I only see spots


Ole' sun you see tricks only me; as I fatefully keep walking this desert afar
mEb
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mEb  Illinois
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