My glasses

My glasses
lay on the table
staring at me
through blurry fingerprints
drank my eyes
unthirsty
Shadows dry
clouds parched
dusts’ creviced face
The last stone
gave no water rings
no memories
no trace

My glasses

Preacher

Joined December 2007

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