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Mar 2021
I was the amazon
that fell to the whispers of the sun.
The sweet nothings and empty promises.
Fooled by its warmth,
that later burned.
Its’ rays my shackles.
Caressed by the sun,
turned to a dessert;
longing for a shower that was never to come.
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NK
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