A dry taste is in my mouth,
My heart I feel it crack.
There's sand where once was water.
And grass is growing black.
I remember so vividly the dogs.
That played and ran so free.
The sky is a bitter yellow now.
Mustard caked leaves from a withered oak tree.
Even when the water was poisoned at least I had water.
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Collection 2
PoetryWhat up y'all. I'm a grown adult with a whole lot of unresolved issues. So instead of seeing a counselor. I'll just write poetry and stuff again. Let's see what happens 🤔🤔 Just a heads up, bad stuff happens in these. If you don't like it, don't re...
