give it all to her,
while i'm still survivng in this never ending thirst.
drench her in water
while silent whispers escape my cracked lips
keep holding her hand
and kicking my head
into the ground
my lungs are filled with dirt,
the screams are getting louder
but her music has deafened you
go figure
i'm used to this,
feeling
the dread of this never ending,
drought
mom, is this love?
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