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cut and dried

lightning first,
then the thunder.
and in between the two

I am stuck with you
yellow roses do nothing for us
white ones turn to blood
rains pour from all sides
yet I am as dry as drought
isn’t it strange
thunder seems so tender
caressing me, and you too
who doesn’t deserve it
elemental nature
brings out the rawness
rivulets take it away
mud sticks to our feet
I stay glued to you

“give me that knife, I will cut my feet”


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