Dwindling

Everything inside of me
is withering up you see;

what of me I wanted to
give to you I had wanted to
be a font, a fountain,

a rushing pulse of wet life,
all bloody and brilliant.

I have nothing left
to give you, though;

the waters within me
are drying up,
leaving me with nothing.

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