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Parched
Like the flaming of the sun
The throat screams
Just a drop of moisture
Thunderclaps
Deep rumbling in the abdominal crevice
Acid burning through tissue
Empty
All you can gather_ amass the wealth
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Return in multiple of sixty
Generosity
And kindness resurrected
Season of joy_ fulfilment
Celebration of life
Birth month of The Guidance
Eradicating vices
Which of the favors of your lord do you deny?
21/30.
#SOPHOCLES

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