Sunday, October 24, 2004
The Desert
I lie and dream empty nothings feeding cellulose to the hungry heart It weakens loses the desire to protest, to yearn I pat its little, lumpy, wrinkled head 'Don't worry, you haven't seen the worst yet" The tears sandy dunes shifting in the night sky I wake to craggily branches, scorpions and snakes...
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