prayers_for_rain
birdmad
marking
time
beneath
dusty
skies
and
thhunderheads
that
flash
dry
lightning
stormclouds
making
promises
that
they
don't
intend
to
keep
the
wind
breathes
on
the
backs
of
our
necks
like
a
tease
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...
lotuseater
they
call
it
drought
season
,
i
call
it
the
great
hell
.
the
demon
sun
god
sends
its
firey
light
down
to
bake
and
crust
and
burn
away
all
that
are
beneath
.
the
surface
of
this
sweltering
pit
of
a
planet
is
peeled
away
,
like
dead
skin
on
the
back
of
your
neck
.
can
you
feel
the
worms
dying
?
can
you
feel
me
under
you
skin
writhing
?
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from