My hands chalked and blistered
Warmth, your voice is merely a whisper
Splintered desperation pricking my hands
Coarse wounds given to me by the land
Fervor Vigor
Final spark journey embarked
Now begins the final steps
Towards survival
Burn now.
Frustration in my hands
Veins pump blood that’s dry
Night closes her merciless eyes
No time left to blink
Combust burn now

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