Drip, the last drop of water gone. Now the wait.

Jips Jips
31-35, M
4 Responses Feb 19, 2010

thirty six strangers on knees, sucking moisture from the mud.<br />
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welcome to BOSS :-)

feeling his tongue swollen, searched the horizon for any life

The earth breathes again. The time between is getting longer.

Drop, the signal of an incoming storm appears. It's here.