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they prayed for rain                  (so tired   so drained) they wanted relief   crops    and to relive                       through their supporting bulbous god the rains came    and my body tightened with itch                                                         the chored limbs ached flints of pain   ticked behind the eyes but there was so much rain            and there was flooding cause there were no trees   to root everything together no absorption         but much concrete to dictate the fast flow and then it rained like blood  and people freaked (it was only desert pigment or algae)     and then it rained fish but there was too much to harvest  pickle and eat                                                                               and spoil brought stench and plenty of flies and then it rained frogs   that weren't able to polish off the flies           cause they'd splattered with the impact   and then...                                                                              the praying stopped   and the people plugged up their senses and retreated indoors all puffed                                  and angry and pathetic and i went out for a walk                                         solitary   except for the thriving carrion
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Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 11:49 AM UTC
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they prayed for rain                  (so tired   so drained) they wanted relief   crops    and to relive                       through their supporting bulbous god the rains came    and my body tightened with itch                                                         the chored limbs ached flints of pain   ticked behind the eyes but there was so much rain            and there was flooding cause there were no trees   to root everything together no absorption         but much concrete to dictate the fast flow and then it rained like blood  and people freaked (it was only desert pigment or algae)     and then it rained fish but there was too much to harvest  pickle and eat                                                                               and spoil brought stench and plenty of flies and then it rained frogs   that weren't able to polish off the flies           cause they'd splattered with the impact   and then...                                                                              the praying stopped   and the people plugged up their senses and retreated indoors all puffed                                  and angry and pathetic and i went out for a walk                                         solitary   except for the thriving carrion
neth-jones
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Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 11:49 AM UTC
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