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My throat is so dry
I can’t even sing
and my lips are cracked
from the heat
What a tiresome
drought
of easy breezes
and evaporated sweat
I want to feel the rush
of the gush
exploding from the mouth
of a deep dark cave
underground
where blind-sighted ambitions
rise to the surface
But there’s just this bit of spit
danging on the end of my tongue
and weaving itself into the background
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