An attempt to hold the bridges,
The damns were made.
I knew it was coming.
The first deep gasp for air
As if it was held for punishment
It let out a noise so ghastly
Shocked (if there were any) spectators.
All barricades down
They let it fall out.
Drip by tiny drop
The rain makers ran dry.
My mind mixed with mud
Until the damn is full again and bursts again,
There is content in my confusion.
<3
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