swirling dust
sweltering heat
cracking ground
brownish leaves
gasping breathes
circling vultures
waiting for me
to fall asleep
dried tears
skin tight bones
what could it gets
tendons and guts
smell of death
couldn't be far
miragic plain
blue water within
to weak to walk
wish this is dream
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