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Aug 2014
I can hear it
I can smell it
Can you see the rain
I'm wet

Cos I'm stuck inside my shell
This home
All ready
Drips the death

Waiting for the animal
Waiting for the dry  
My thirst is breaking out of here
My reach is for the sky  

Water water
Cleanse my soul
Wash over me
This hurt

A drop once more
Falls by my side
One taste  
My slip.. the edge  

So breath me in
And wash me out
I'm looking for the sun...
One day we'll be together soon
One day
That's sure to come
andy fardell
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andy fardell
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