

WaterShe sits and stares Mundane existence slipping by What does it all mean?Water
What point is there to her life? She wants the truth But all they ever do is Feed her lies
Sick of wanting Sick of needing Sick of unfeeling She lays down And gives up life
Her eyes close
She slips into a dream Within it she knows love
She stands alone Looking across an endlessly Barren desert She is parched Water is nowhere to be found
She walks out, searching
She thinks she will find Life renewing
Hans
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/matt
I think deviously, therefore, I am deviant.
[devious technology designer / community whore]
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