Dried Up

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The land curled as a tail

protruding into the lake

The sun was alike gravity

weighing down upon the soil

The wet rocks were akin to fresh paints

drying in the summer breeze

The murky water was identical to smoke

dark, billowing and clouded

The ground was like a desert

flat, crusted and cracked

One tree stood alone

rooted tall in the barren landscape

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