Remain

Of my juice not an ounce remains,

my words don't last longer than now.

My tears flow only when it rains,

So I myself won't ask how.

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Not a tooth lasts of my soul,

Not a crap of thought, my mind.

My vision black as burned coal,

not a pure spot to find.

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G-d has forsaken my thirst,

He's hidden from my many lacks.

My bubble of joy has long burst,

A shell of crumbled shacks.

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G-d, my soul is dark,

weak, dry and compliant.

Surrendering the very last spark,

Now... All is dark and silent.