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I grasped for nothing 
And stumbled amongst
The cacti and emptiness
Trying to spit you 
Out of my system
Before the poison 
Reached any deeper 
Into my veins

Birds cawed
And mocked me
Circling around
My weak resolution
The sun blinding
My throat burning

Shadows fluttering above me
Paranoia, Fear, Want
Waiting to pick at the carcass
You had left behind
I'd survive
I'd drag myself out of this Oasis
Which was the burning, dangerous
Desert, you'd tricked my
Wanting heart to travel into
Believing in

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