Last straw weathered.
In my eyes,
The currents
Well up.
Brave swell
In my mind
The spike
Swell up.
Dry throat
In need of water,
Unabated heat
Inflames the thirst.
Weatherbeaten
Dreary aroused
Old feelings
Of hatred,
melancholic mood
Comes first.
Strong enough
Over regret,
Downcast moments
Over all my desires.
Lonely and yellow
In a strange city.
Gloomy at the
Thought of what
Had to face,
Dispirited and
Resigned expressions
On the face.
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