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The Broken
When life becomes a drought
 We migrate to the falls
 Of sweet air and cleansing light
 Behind the desert cries and calls
 Their tears are made of bitter wine
 But my heart cannot decide
 And when floodgates release fiery rain
 My heart is struck inside
 
 The sand asks of my feet a step
 Forward looses love, backwards hope is lost
 From what I know to what I want
 Both ways suffer me the cost
 For in the desert of my homeland
 They chain me to the rocks
 Like a tamed dog who wants its cage
 I crave its electric shocks
 
 But those falls entice me, dustless air
 A clean start, a fresh slate
 The old one scribbled in graffiti lines
 In limbo of my restless fate
 And of those fickle friends I seek
 Those friends called love and lust
 Their exoticness tempts my tongue
 But old eyes sparkle in deserts dust
 
 I love those who love me not
 As flower petals share when I ask
 I love those whose care is slightly blocked
 Feelings I hide behind a melting mask
 Secret yearnings in my soul
 To fills it’s hole with the cure of kisses
 But heavy air kills fortune with a heave
 Those holes lie still in empty wishes
 
 And of what might be on the winding trails
 That only heartbeats tread
 A mirage of futures to wispy to grasp
 Far untouched, my will lies dead
 To live in a desert dries one out
 But to race to those falls breaks the strain
 Left to be lost in the lands of Halfway
 To find the end of the labyrinth is in vain
 
 When his smile rips your will
 His laughter breaks on cold-cut skin
 His eyes a gun that shoot you down
 Leaving holes that start within
 So of future ones who come and go
 You need something you can hold
 Instead of dead lies of dried out leaves
 Your bond a corpse, deathly cold
 
 In that desert it lies, stretched out on the sand
 As I wander away to a hope filled with doom
 Past ran away, future won’t stay
 And my heart dies alone, a hollow tomb

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