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drought
haven’t seen water in years
draught
to sip on ice cold beers
summer
meant something different
fun in the sun
it slowly cooks our skin the way we used to cook hot dogs
tail gate party
trees long since turned ash
celebratory parade
streets empty of bodies but full of souls
wandering
lost
looking
a game of hide and seek
endlessly searching for meaning we wont ever find
About the Creator
Dakotah Ferguson
Words buzzing around my head like little dragonflies.
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