Burning sun

These empty days are barren without you in them
Long stretches between sips of cool refreshing water
A nomad stretched thin in this desert
Starving in the beige and brown
A drink away from madness
A step away from sanity
One last grasp
One last act
A chance burst full form on the hot desert wind

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