washed

sometimes the desert’s dry
I thought I’d left her for dead
when the tears were cried
it washed away instead

don’t even have to worry
about where the wind blows
it always goes
the way it needs to go
don’t even have to really feel
if you just say no
since nothing is real

sometimes it’s dry
and sometimes all you do
is cry

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