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Jul 2020
Your face is dry
Your smile is dry
Your speech is dry
Your words are dry
Your skin is dry
Your sweat is dry
Your breath is dry
Your tears are dry

I.....i..hesitate to say this....
even your love is dry

I can't live with you.. don't
compel me.. I can't live with you..
....
...because nothing grows from something... that is... absolutely dry.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
37
   Billie Marie
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