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All by yourself
A hand to hold
For days, the cloud has been pregnant
Filled with water,
An expectation that the earth will soon be wet
The heat became unbearable
The depravity is unparalleled
Only hope to keep hope alive
That soon,
Though groping in utter despair
And utter pain
My hands will find yours to hold in a wet embrace.
Bose.
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