Writings of a creature
if you would let me
be the air you breathe in
be the soil you step on
be the pain you ache
be the rapture you desire
or suffocate me
break me beneath your feet
mock my scars, tear me apart
deprive me of your fire
yet I vow to be yours
but you won’t be mine
on my knees, I beg you rain:
come and make this land useful again
bathe me in your beads
make my tears be gone
beneath your blessings
don’t let the wind carry you off
don’t leave me on my dusty knees
with my cracked lips
and my stained cheeks
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