The air is parched
Consuming all dampness
within the bodies walking the streets
Their hair, their skin
Their souls dry up
Leaving them hollow husks
Now, the air is heavy
It falls, unable to bear the wetness
Seeping out and onto a rock.
In rivers it flows
All the dampness the air couldn't hold
Onto a rock
Through the grass
Across the empty ocean
To my feet and through my toes
Up and up through my body
And out of my eyes
It flows.
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