Drier than a sponge in Sodom
burning in the breeze.
Soaking up their lust, their love
that cries out to the lost.

Frozen hearts that banish tears
and wetness in the brain
relinquish keys and hate and loss
and try their hand at Night.

Slowly made to stumble,
the frozen melting dryness waits.

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