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Surrender
Salty sweat drips off my cheeks.
Wind scratches my naked skin through the trees.
I tilt my head, asking Mother for rain.
We lock in a stand-still: A waiting game.
Salty sweat drips off my cheeks.
Wind scratches my naked skin through the trees.
I tilt my head, asking Mother for rain.
We lock in a stand-still: A waiting game.
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