Drywood

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Neglected in all my years;
Growth of knotted admiralty.
Rain saturates roots,
washing away tears.
Standing alone;
Forget what beauty means.
Things that left our hearts.
It seems, through drought comes the floods.
Parched lips, hungry hips overwhelmed
Up to our knees in love, bled.
Bathe in our longevity, everlasting.