In
The Aftermath
In
the aftermath
the
shades of blue
glide
over my crusty eyes
evaporation
does its work
unaware
of how it deprives
Internal
oceans flow over
over
my
heart has lost
Its
four leaf clover
the
rain streams
but
no nourishment is received
but
i'll admit it
i'm
a bit relieved
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