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Dehydration Words exhaust me wring me dry until I am a husk wheat chaff blown into the winter wind too light to come to ground. Not infertile not without a granule of substance truth wraps my essence round and in the static crackle of a summer's lightning sky I may drift home in a sudden drizzle to bend sound, syllables, words back upon a page. |
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