waterless land
I am not afraid to leave home
Even though I will never find the same tree twice
One is rotten and one is creating fruit
Where the juice leaks onto my hands and down my arms
I won’t give in to nostalgia
I will have remnants of you
Bringing them up out of me uncontrollably
Forever even though your diminished personality has left me for good
far away from home
there is a waterless land
filled with cacti, sucking dry
the energy and hope of the youth.
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