hot, dusty desert sands
scortch and burn my deperate hands that search for water.
Thirst. Overcome by thirst...
Blood, water, anyhting, Finally... cactus spines.
I can drink.
Or so it seems, but i cold drink the desert dry . if only i could muster more than a drop.
Long I searched the desert on my hands and knees.
I gazed at the sky begging the buzzards.
Please, go cast your bizzare sadows elsewhere.
My eyes decieved.
I saw lakes. A magical mirage cast by the tricking desert. or maybe, my delierious mind.
And I dived.
Just to find...
It trickles form my hands.
One moment in time is a grain...
eternal pain, no water.
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