Part Thirteen

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When had my oasis,
The little bit striving in my desert,
Become a dry ocean
With no motion?
Has it been ages?
How long have I been surviving
In this dry land?
Have I been drinking water
Or futile blue sand?
When did I start yearning
For at least one raindrop?
And when did my oasis
Become my salty teardrops?

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