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Water that appeased dehydration of my desert.
Freed splinters of my wrecked piece-self
Swamped my fault lines, propelled a vessel of oxygen.
Sunflower full-fledged on the fissures of the wall, magnificent and sporadic
Sprinkled drips of water in my void canister.
Tiptoes on razorblades of knives and rocks of fire with a hand so icy.
The ball of fireflies to the oblate spheroid stardust.
Ashes of blue to the crystal-like ocean.
An archangel safeguarding my life.
Cradle of vision, giving compass towards the innocuous place, the only refuge to this chaotic mind.
Earnest ray of the sun to my melancholic days.
The air to my organ of respiration let me breathe.
Miniscule pipes to the liquid of being.
Am nothing like dust without you.