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I am not a rose
I'm dirt with no worms
It hurts to be dry
For tears I do thirst
I look to the sky
No clouds to see
Blue voices are heard
Please, say my seeds
We need to feed herds
I'm dirt with no worms
It hurts to be dry
For tears I do thirst
I look to the sky
No clouds to see
Blue voices are heard
Please, say my seeds
We need to feed herds
I have now
read both and have enjoyed both immensely.
i feel my throat parching with every line read.
im going to the kitchy for a drink.
bravo.
...
hydrate or die...
Thank you for reading me.
Electrolites! It's what plants crave!!
*shifts eyes back and forth and makes a funny face
then goes to kitchen to fill a glass of water and drink.
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i think youre on to something here..