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  E M E R A L D  POV
I woke up trying to move my arms and I couldn't then I realized where I was. I started crying and singing.
                          
The drought was the very worst
                          
When the flowers that we'd grown
                          
Together died of thirst
                          
It was months and months of back and forth
                          
You're still all over me like wine on a stained dress I can't wear anymore
                          
Hung my head as I lost the war and the sky turned to black like a perfect storm
                          
Rain came pouring down when I was drowning that's when I could finally breathe 
                          
By morning gone was any trace of you I think I am finally clean
                          
There was nothing left to do when the butterflies turned to dust that covered my whole room