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True

Times were dry

Drought spared

No flesh on our bones--

With nothing to feast on

We savoured our tears

Baked them into caked worries

Insoluble doubts that broke inner rage

Those days when

Time cracked

Galleries of despair

We became the only ones who knew

What it meant to have and never keep

We wondered how we’d dissolve desires

We prayed hard to remember nothing of pain

We moulded teardrops as an eternal reminder

We relearnt how to replay the past and cry.