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Of my juice not an ounce remains,
my words don't last longer than now.
My tears flow only when it rains,
So I myself won't ask how.
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Not a tooth lasts of my soul,
Not a crap of thought, my mind.
My vision black as burned coal,
not a pure spot to find.
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G-d has forsaken my thirst,
He's hidden from my many lacks.
My bubble of joy has long burst,
A shell of crumbled shacks.
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G-d, my soul is dark,
weak, dry and compliant.
Surrendering the very last spark,
Now... All is dark and silent.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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