Drought

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My mind is at a drought of words without a doubt.
Not a simple word is floating about in my mind.
It's like the endless sky going into outer space.
But completely empty, and completely blank.
I'm lost at words like a twig at sea.
Just waiting, and waiting to be retrieved.
A drop fell, and a word came to my mind.
The word was lost.
Lost, and afraid that I'd never see the day.
Where I could tell myself I could think straight.

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