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Drenched Dessert
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June 2010
I am lost in the clouds, when I fly over a lonely you,
a chill hits the beach, water never touches the paved street,
death valley begins to drown, since the lonely now provide the drenched.
Ever since that last month, I do not cry when I am down,
I am afraid of the sound of my sobs, I do not want my ears to hear the whimpers,
what did I do wrong?
why did they all hurt me?
